Submissions by Neoma
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2020 5:00pm
29th Aug 2020 5:00pm
To Be
I am still
and i tell myself
I am aware but
is this all just pretense
or
am I learning
and i tell myself
I am aware but
is this all just pretense
or
am I learning
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2020 00:52am
29th Aug 2020 00:52am
A Thing
Assume fantasy to be the logical climate. Life does not always imitate art, but on the other hand, so swiftly, it sometimes can. According to the Memories of Future D. H. Lawrence, "We must drop all manner of finish, and allow the mind to move in clusters of images. Our idea of time has crippled our consciousness cruelly". The end of history merely means an end to some story (perhaps), or to the persistence of some common errors such as the adherence to one or another penultimate barometers of contemporary politic, or even, simply, an end to the insistence upon some big,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2020 4:56pm
24th Aug 2020 4:56pm
em-ily more
to post almost as is
I'll always think of Emily Dickinson's memories. They are warm to me. "If I feel like you're blowing the top of my head off, I'll know it's a poem."
I aim to Learn. There is no other day [She asks for a certain book to be read to her by Wednesday night.]
"No matter what, there are people in the world – You must have noticed by the way – There will always be people."
"Truth is kind of like, sometimes you have to like."
“I am happy to...
I'll always think of Emily Dickinson's memories. They are warm to me. "If I feel like you're blowing the top of my head off, I'll know it's a poem."
I aim to Learn. There is no other day [She asks for a certain book to be read to her by Wednesday night.]
"No matter what, there are people in the world – You must have noticed by the way – There will always be people."
"Truth is kind of like, sometimes you have to like."
“I am happy to...
#love
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
24th Aug 2020 4:12pm
My Transgender Diaries (Winter 2018–Spring 2019)
You've known this feeling for a long
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
time–it ebbs and flows and for weeks
on end you think you've got it licked–
but then it hits again like a tsunami. It
conveys the message, direct and
personal, not at all confidential
That Everything is lost,
That Everything is compromised,
That Nothing was ever right, not even
from the start,
All the dreams, all the magic, all the
wonder,
All the Hope
Are all just lies,
Everyone you know thinks you're crazy,
Everyone you know thinks you need...
#nonfiction
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2020 11:00am
23rd Aug 2020 11:00am
Passion twis which sees in me much. And vivid, how
Passion twis which
sees in me much
And vivid, how
i only wait
Forgive me if i am
frightened, i never see
people
and i hardly know what to say
"...be gentle,
teaching me what – be
there in the city with me,
okay...?"
"Cme her so wrely
so cheerful and
content"
a loveing sighing
Mot happy to requite
Please biệ knd,
i'll be there at 2 & leave
at 9....
sees in me much
And vivid, how
i only wait
Forgive me if i am
frightened, i never see
people
and i hardly know what to say
"...be gentle,
teaching me what – be
there in the city with me,
okay...?"
"Cme her so wrely
so cheerful and
content"
a loveing sighing
Mot happy to requite
Please biệ knd,
i'll be there at 2 & leave
at 9....
#EmilyDickinson
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2020 5:46am
23rd Aug 2020 5:46am
(6/18/18) i picked up my first dose of t-blockers and estrogen
Here we go
An awkward stranger
again
Everywhere I go
Just like as was until I got married
and now that that is over
I walk the streets again
alone
I hate this
I can't seem to be properly queer
but I can't see straight, either
Fake, fraud, loser
I started taking hormones today
An awkward stranger
again
Everywhere I go
Just like as was until I got married
and now that that is over
I walk the streets again
alone
I hate this
I can't seem to be properly queer
but I can't see straight, either
Fake, fraud, loser
I started taking hormones today
#confusion
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2020 1:49pm
21st Aug 2020 1:49pm
Autumn
The old path
where brown today of wild grasses
and branches of silence to think
Where leaves rustle,
sounds over water like stones
a blackbird's lament, soft
Appearing along the edges of the forest
shy deer, peaceful
cool air falling in lovely patterns
the quiet rattles an open window
where brown today of wild grasses
and branches of silence to think
Where leaves rustle,
sounds over water like stones
a blackbird's lament, soft
Appearing along the edges of the forest
shy deer, peaceful
cool air falling in lovely patterns
the quiet rattles an open window
#love
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Aug 2020 00:35am
21st Aug 2020 00:35am
(5/27/19)
I want to stop feeling embarrassed by
myself, the way I always do when I try
to step out of my shell, this egg shell,
this bluebird egg shell still cracking into
pieces when I daydream thoughts of
myself envisioning myself a language
but not so much seeing as i am
becoming as I am still not yet, nor
seeing my body myself as I am, but as I
was. Now all together I take estrogen
then for what other people navigate
ordinarily extemporizing themselves
through the states of...
myself, the way I always do when I try
to step out of my shell, this egg shell,
this bluebird egg shell still cracking into
pieces when I daydream thoughts of
myself envisioning myself a language
but not so much seeing as i am
becoming as I am still not yet, nor
seeing my body myself as I am, but as I
was. Now all together I take estrogen
then for what other people navigate
ordinarily extemporizing themselves
through the states of...
#nonfiction
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Aug 2020 7:08pm
19th Aug 2020 7:08pm
a cutup
Song
Oh Jennie, may i sit down at your feet? Night will soon be springing up, but so too will Spring, from nothing more than herself and in all and utter belief. And from without myself i would never have knowd nothing about it. Now perhaps i may. i am holding on inside these better thoughts to be with all my heart.
Oh Jennie, i would sit at your feet and you would find out about all that i have done and all that i am, even though it is none of it at all for me to say. i would not say it. Oh, but i need a trusty confessor! And already, i wouldn't be me without...
Oh Jennie, may i sit down at your feet? Night will soon be springing up, but so too will Spring, from nothing more than herself and in all and utter belief. And from without myself i would never have knowd nothing about it. Now perhaps i may. i am holding on inside these better thoughts to be with all my heart.
Oh Jennie, i would sit at your feet and you would find out about all that i have done and all that i am, even though it is none of it at all for me to say. i would not say it. Oh, but i need a trusty confessor! And already, i wouldn't be me without...
#love
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Aug 2020 6:47pm
19th Aug 2020 6:47pm
(1/12/19)
Before she was she had her tasks
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to...
To diverge to shut up to turn off to sit
down to burst without alternative to
just becoming a half-a-shape ever to
stumble to falter to fail to get out to go
away to fall down repeatedly to receive
lessons
I feel bad, I feel scared, I feel unstable
and very, very sad. I don't know how
this can continue. I have no friends, I've
all but lost connection with my son, I cry
every day. I feel no connection to
anything.
I don't know what to...
#nonfiction
197 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2020 3:36am
18th Aug 2020 3:36am
How I would sit
How I would sit —
at your feet forever
riven with grace
smit with the pleasure of
being allowed
How I would follow —
innocent
chaste and blushing
eternally
in thrall
at your feet forever
riven with grace
smit with the pleasure of
being allowed
How I would follow —
innocent
chaste and blushing
eternally
in thrall
#love
#friendship
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2020 00:09am
28th Jan 2020 00:09am
ra¡ndrpsra¡ndrps
a visual pome for sky_dancer
#faith
439 reads
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