Category Archives: Poetry

Typing to you from a miniature paradise

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Where the ocean breeze sifts through our garden

And the old walnut trees drape over our cottage home

Where you can lay and listen to a Dragon spitting in fountain

Rocking you into a sleepy bliss

And there isn’t a single car going by

Where my cat hunts all day or sunbathes in the grass

And I can take a break from the city

Lush and green is as far as the eye can see; mountains along the ocean

Where my youthful imagination bloomed

And where I was when responsibility didn’t exist

The rain tatters along the vast leaves and flowers often in this rainforest

I’m here to say hello

And also say goodbye.

Being transgender is more exiting.

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I didn’t have the typical story of knowing I was a girl at a very young age. I grew into it naturally like a new pair of shoes. It’s exciting to me; everyday is exiting to get dressed and do my makeup and be me! It’s beautiful. The days spent out or the days shut in…. they represent me and they represent freedom. I am not the transgender girl complaining about the surrounding world, I am the lucky one passing day by the ”Practically” unscathed. Practically but most definitely not entirely. Imma keep stomping on. .

Listening to my corrupted mind…

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The words are too sharp

Shuttering my soul

My eyes wide as the moon

Calling to the night to save me

With no answer replied

Like a knife gliding along my vertebrae

Defenseless against my own self doubt

Every minute every moment longer than the last

Glimpsing in astonishment; the utter darkness of my mind

Terrified in disgust

I’m trembling in my

Menacing vibrations

That I created

I can’t take this anymore

Finishes the poem*

Nina

Strings of moments

They are perfect in their harmonious balance

Right place, right time

At peace as we

Look back or forward or dwell in the present

Gracefully guided

Seemingly endless in their playful ways

Although….

Sometimes you wanted to leave this world;

Body and mind

Far to strenuous to take

But it was not in vain, Oh no

It was all perfectly positioned

Leading to where I say “Everything happened for the specific reason”.

Leading me

To these moments

Of manifested

Clarity