18 Years of God Damn Bullshit...

By xxxtheghostofyouxxx

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Poems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3 More

Memories of my Mother Haunt Me
I Have a Memory Both of my Parents Say Isn't Real
Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
I Had So Much Faith in Those Weeks
He Took Me to the Ferry on a Cold Misty Day
I Hated it When You Were Gone
Black Cat
Little City Stars
The Moon is Broken and You are Blind
I Remember We Cried the Same
Escape
They Said I Had No Loyalty
I Don't Need Your Arms Anymore
For the Person Who Has Been the Cruelest to Me
Breakfast
Crazy
Mania is a False Joy
Bathroom Therapy
If my body and mind should re-connect
Adrenaline Junkie
The Curse of Memory
Betrayal
A Sonnet for English
Letter to My Mother
The First One I Sent
Love Letter to a Dog
Getting Kicked Out at 16
I Remember Calling Strangers on Her Bed
Excerpt from Ellen Foster
First Forgiveness
I have no hair apon my head
Circus Robot
After Reading the Case Report
Scrabble
Escapism
Letter to My Best Friend
Don't Worry, Be Hoppy!
I've grown to hate the safety of a cage
What was that thing about leopards and spots?
Me: Minus the Guilt
Time is a measurable fear
"Hi Skool Sux"
(Almost) Note
The Days Before
Letter to my Father
Her Letters
Earth, The Mother
Confession
When Am I Done Writing?
Missing Files
My Secret
Comfortable
Femininity as a Memory
Love Letter to my Trans Body
Lonely Friend
Losing Control
Ruby Handed
I Wish it Were Easier to be Without Skin
Ghost
Captions
2-21-21
Story
A Week and One Day Since She Died
10-7-21
10-8-21
Half Man; Half Mexican
Noise Complaint
Mark Me
School Days
Parents
C*ntboy
Queerboy
Fightboy
Masc
Honey Moth
Body of Bones
Southbound
New Era 2/5/22
Love and Hooking up in the Time of Transition
I Love Your Silence
Enemies
Good Morning

Cutting my Memories Out Like Pieces of Yarn

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By xxxtheghostofyouxxx

Snippets of evidence

Glueing them with sticky liquid Elmer’s glue

Trying to put them together and figure out the meaning of my life based on pieces of frayed cerulean and bright yellow, fire hydrant red

I am a child crafting a bullshit art project that will go in the trash in a few months

I am a naked little boy, pissing on my child bed
(a line borrowed from Anne Sexton)

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