Your binary is strange
As if I should choose one
Either food or water
I'd starve without either
So when you police
Put me in my place
I can't help but think
You're doing it for your sake
Your own selfish insecurities
Not for my sake
So hammer away at me
Try to make me fit
Like a star through a square hole
In your own strained psyche
I'll watch you fail
Time and time again
Because you have no power over me
-o0o-
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Poetry by me... Hi, I'm Charl (they/them) - nonbinary trans nerd. D&D. Fantasy. Games. Social commentary. Art. Food. Poetry. Feminism. Witchcraft. Atheism. More art. Occasionally inflicting you with piano or even worse my singing. Giving heed to the conspiracy that all cutlery is secretly listening to us planning on taking over the world... or something.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
I Paint My Nails Black (Ostinado in Black)
I paint my nails black
each stroke a memory
a petty activism that exists
come completely crafted out of me
arise from my fingers
like fully fledged children
dancing off the piano
dancing off the laptop keyboard
I paint my nails black
to make them heavier
to weight the strike
of finger against word and song
beating like fists
I paint my nails black
angry and upsetting
each a protest in silence
a scream in the dark
I will make you see
I will make you hear
I paint my nails black
each song, each word
each summons, each plea
weighted with my heart
the sorrow of loss
the sorrow of pain
echo out of this dark world
strike a flint off the obsidian
that glint in the enamel
to bring about light again
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
each stroke a memory
a petty activism that exists
come completely crafted out of me
arise from my fingers
like fully fledged children
dancing off the piano
dancing off the laptop keyboard
I paint my nails black
to make them heavier
to weight the strike
of finger against word and song
beating like fists
I paint my nails black
angry and upsetting
each a protest in silence
a scream in the dark
I will make you see
I will make you hear
I paint my nails black
each song, each word
each summons, each plea
weighted with my heart
the sorrow of loss
the sorrow of pain
echo out of this dark world
strike a flint off the obsidian
that glint in the enamel
to bring about light again
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
-o0o-
Labels:
activism,
depression,
LGBTQIA,
not sure,
transgender identity
Friday, December 05, 2014
Dark Thorn
Stung again
I'd failed to learn
But wiser now
I've made a turn
Gripped the thorn
And turned it back
And snapped it off
That heart so black
Again I am
Remade as one
Beneath the sky
Under the sun
Old darkness gone
My eyes can see
I am at peace
My heart is free
-o0o-
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I'd failed to learn
But wiser now
I've made a turn
Gripped the thorn
And turned it back
And snapped it off
That heart so black
Again I am
Remade as one
Beneath the sky
Under the sun
Old darkness gone
My eyes can see
I am at peace
My heart is free
-o0o-
Sent via my BlackBerry from Vodacom - let your email find you!
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