O. Rose

Stars "You keep so many stars In the constellations on your face Even the sky Knows that it owes you Everything"

Stars

"You keep so many stars
In the constellations on your face
Even the sky
Knows that it owes you
Everything"

#poems #poetry #love

Frog and Toad stand in Frog's house, dripping wet. Frog has prepared a nice hot pot of tea for the pair. From "The Corner" In *Frog and Toad All Year*

Frog and Toad were caught in the rain. They ran to Frog’s house.

“I am all wet,” said Toad. “The day is spoiled.”

“Have some tea and cake,” said Frog. “The rain will stop. If you stand near the stove, your clothes will soon be dry.”

Why am I the way I am? because my First Rapist had softer hands than my Father ever found for Me

Why am I the way I am?

because my
First
Rapist

had softer hands

than my Father
ever found

for Me

#poems #poetry #abuse

That's so sweet to hear 💕

Never Known Hearing you snore Is safety I've never known

Never Known

Hearing you snore
Is safety
I've never known

#poems #poetry #love

Home How many times Do I have to rebuild myself To not have Fist sized holes in the wall Somewhere between Well insulated And outright fat Where I can hide The 8 year old Begging to be loved Through the cracks in the floorboard Looking into the kitchen For a family meal I spent so long Thinking I had put myself back together I ignored the tree that was grown Into the foundation I was so sure I had it right I would've listed it immediately But no one can live In a broken home

Home

How many times
Do I have to rebuild myself

To not have
Fist sized holes in the wall

Somewhere between

Well insulated
And outright fat

Where I can hide
The 8 year old

Begging to be loved
Through the cracks in the floorboard

Looking into the kitchen
For..."

#poems #poetry #abuse

I’ll Be Fine I do not like this thought at all I do not like it big or small I do not like it in my brain I do not like it on refrain I do not like it when I wake Or every step I try to take I do not like this grinding thought I do not like it's tragic plot I do not want it in my head So what I try to do instead I put the thought outside my ears Where maybe no one ever hears I put the thought inside a jar I take it very very far I leave it somewhere in a place That I will never have to face I do not like this thought of mine I'll jar it up and I'll be fine.

I’ll Be Fine

I do not like this thought at all
I do not like it big or small

I do not like it in my brain
I do not like it on refrain

I do not like it when I wake
Or every step I try to take

I do not like this grinding thought
I do not like its tragic plot..."

The Voice in my Head that Reads Poems You’re the voice in my head that reads poems I've never met you A stranger on all counts But your voice Was the first one I heard tell my story I thought I knew what poems were Until I cried myself to sleep Listening To “Hey Galaxy” Like I knew you knew me too I hear your voice Through piano chords And I think you'd like that I never met you But I think you'd like to know An unloved trans masculine he she they Is a resting place For the sound of your voice Like a star in the sky That's already died a poem for Andrea/Andrew Gibson

The Voice in my Head that Reads Poems

You’re the voice in my head that reads poems
I've never met you
A stranger on all counts

But your voice
Was the first one
I heard tell my story

I thought I knew what poems were
Until I cried myself to..."

@andreagibson.bsky.social

#poem #poetry

Scars I used to be so ashamed Of the shiny bumps Hidden around my body Letters like moonlight Sunk into my skin Soft Cold My love for them has Waxed and Waned With the tides of my love For myself. Now I have scars That beam from my chest To light the harvest And the roads On the way back to myself

Scars
I used to be so ashamed
Of the shiny bumps
Hidden around my body
Letters like moonlight
Sunk into my skin
Soft
Cold
My love for them has
Waxed and Waned
With the tides of my love
For myself.
Now I have scars
That beam from my chest
To light the harvest
And..."

#topsurgery #ftm #poems

Falling I‘d fallen in love So often I thought I knew what it meant To love myself But Until the day I started Counting Chest hairs And Stopping to stare At myself In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway I didn’t really know what it meant To love Me

Falling
I‘d fallen in love
So often
I thought I knew what it meant
To love myself
But
Until the day I started
Counting
Chest hairs
And
Stopping to stare
At myself
In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway
I didn’t really know what it meant
To love
Me

#transmasc #lgbtq+ #poem

Soft Winter has always been so soft to me Each flake that falls Lands Silently adding all of its weight To the blanket Laid gently on the ground Even when the cold is sharp It’s silence Rolls over Frosty cheeks Rounding its edges in Comfort We watch the snow Build for months To melt away in spring Leaving As softly as it lands

Soft
Winter has always been so soft to me
Each flake that falls
Lands
Silently adding all of its weight
To the blanket
Laid gently on the ground

Even when the cold is sharp
It’s silence
Rolls over
Frosty cheeks
Rounding its edges in
Comfort

We watch the snow..."

#winter #poems #writing

Breath It’s not that I can’t breathe. It’s that breathing feels like cotton balls Stuffed down my throat Filling my lungs With itching uncertainty My chest stretches out Becoming the worn pillow My anxiety can rest it’s head on Each exhale Clamors it’s way out of my mouth The shake in my bones A weary staircase ready to collapse Falling apart From my own ragged breath.

Breath
It’s not that I can’t breathe.
It’s that breathing feels like cotton balls
Stuffed down my throat
Filling my lungs
With itching uncertainty
My chest stretches out
Becoming the worn pillow
My anxiety can rest it’s head on

Each exhale
Clamors its way out of..."

#poems #anxiety #poet

"Who If I wrote you a letter And told you about my day I wonder which you’d answer I wonder if it would be the man That would laugh so hard He made the whole room Light up Would it be the Ball-tag Champion Graveyard, 2004 Would it be the one Telling me To move my chair closer So you could push me down Would it be the one That threatened tumble time Everything Spinning Would it be the one Who loved documentaries Cuddled on the couch Would it be the one that took us Trick or treating in the Best Neighborhoods Would it be the one I loved Would it be the one who loved me I wish I could write you a letter But I never know Who Would write me back"

Who
"If I wrote you a letter
And told you about my day
I wonder which you'd answer

I wonder if it would be the man
Who laughed so hard he made
The whole room
Light up

Would it be the
Ball tag champion
Of the graveyard
Of 2004

Would it be..."

#poems #poetry #abuse

November It all ebbs and flows But the ebb is a drought And the flow is a trickle And my love our flowers need more Than just sunshine To grow I'd love to make you a bouquet But I picked the flowers And didn't see you in time Before they withered @o-rose

November

"It all ebbs and flows
But the ebb is a drought
And the flow is a trickle
And my love our flowers need more
Than just sunshine
To grow
I'd love to make you a bouquet
But I picked the flowers
And didn't see you in time
Before they withered"

@o-rose

#poems #love #writing

I am not How can you love me When I am not When I don't want to Be Looking to something To finally feel like Nothing Finally feel Like I took a step Off The deep end I don't want to hurt anyone To not hurt anymore How can I love When I am not @o-rose

I am not
"How can you love me
When I am not

When I don't want to
Be

Looking to something
To finally feel like
Nothing

Finally feel
Like I took a step
Off

The deep end

I don't want to hurt anyone
To not hurt anymore

How can I love
When I am not"
.
#poems #poetry #love

Grief

"Grief
Is a terrible thing

So stricken with love
In the moment
Something is gone

So ached with memories
Plagued with time
Burdened with continuing

Grief is the keeper
Of lies

So quick to give us
Tear stained
Polaroid pictures

That will never do justice
To..."
#poems #love #grief

Whiskey
"I felt more
Myself

When I couldn't
See clearly
Enough to drive home

Than I ever
Felt

Holding my own hand"

#poetry #poems