Lyn

In time, a change will come to her warm eyes
As radiant shades shift from golds to greys.
From her rosy beams to steely reprise,
Chilling our eyes under the stars’ soft gaze.

Until the end of years in sunlit days,
I’ll long for Colorado’s shifting ways.

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These looming mountains, like a Gaian spear,
Rise to greet ephemeral sunburst skies.
Great shadows they cast at eve to revere,
The contrast to her glowing, godsray highs.

Fluttering, golden leaves on me impart
A sense of peace overwhelming my fear.
The Dance of Aspen relays fleeting art
That invokes lasting hope on the frontier.

Dance of Aspen

These leaves tremble in anticipation,
Their soft whispers speak to my searching heart.
Hushed tones of excited inspiration
Urging me to stand upon the rampart.

Carry On

As sure as I have carried my hope,
I know of the despair at heart.
As sure as I hold courage,
I have wounds from honor.
To carry my hope,
To nurture it,
I must go
To the
End.

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Fourteen lines it took to open the seams,
Letting the guilt bleed like an open wound.
The remorse is written in inky themes
In the these hands, the confession is entombed.

The blank pages I have yet to write --
Reveal these words will stay in my sight.

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Hundred reasons to write, but all too few,
In the face of anguished and haunting screams.
This bleeding weight in my hands feels so new
And it travels with me to watch my dreams.

Hands

Two days was all it seemed it was back then --
The first was when the soulless cracks first grew,
And the second shattered guiltless the pen
'Neath the weight of what this hand has been through.

Overlooking patterns on the lakeshore,
The waves lapping over the jagged rocks.
Surfaces broken, currents at the core
Watching o'er the patterns on the lakeshore

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It's been a while since the last update. Got a few poems ready to go

Submitted my book last week! I can't wait for the competition results in April!

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Under sunlit skies and the moonless nights,
When creation cries from the loveless blights,
So to silence grows under the moon's gentle lights,
Invoking peace and guiding truthful sights.

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In the summer I'm stained with an ichor,
A current of all these recurring themes.
In the winter I hear from the fire
Even the angels have their haunting dreams

Hard to describe how I feel normally, but I think this is about right

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If I could be your armor, safe and strong,
I would bear every blow and arrow.
You are my faith, standing here all along
Upon a bed of stars, past the harrow;
Safe here in my arms is where you belong
~
Trying something different, don't mind me
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I can't catch a break. Supreme Court overruled the ban and now I have to get ready to lose everything.

Again.

I'm so tired of this.

I will not add context for this

Writing time has been taken over by Spotify choosing early 2000s emo music for me

The Sound In darker days of mind, when midnight stood, A subtle spell overtook common sense. When candles faded to black falsehood, All that remained was a screaming suspense. In shining nights of heart, in sun's defense, A striking wish banished the midnight's spell. A cry for help left ignored without pretense Will turn to screams that will break from this cell. A soul left alone within its own hell Is a soul that finds it's strength will abound. So listen to it from within it's shell Listen to me as my heart becomes sound. A soul left alone can survive their hell. A soul that learns of their worth will astound Those who kept them in their stifling shell, Listen to me as my heart becomes sound. For this heart has had enough of your hate, So hear me as I throw open the gate

The Sound

Finally got over my writer's block and finished this!

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Of course! Also blasting Green Day, Fall Out Boy, MCR, and Paramore. Might add to the nostalgia with some Cascada

3:30 AM is a good time to listen to all all the pop punk songs from the early 2000s

Here's the tea:
I've been on administrative leave for the past 3 weeks. My options were to detransition or be forced to separate. I chose the latter because I bet on the courts pulling through, which they did. I'm glad I can work again, but it's not the same now that my life was put on blast

Hopefully I'll be permitted to return to work next week. Anyway, here's a bit of what I'm working on:

Looking through the window that is my shield
Seeing the world, but never living there.
Breathing stale air, no wind ever revealed
In this failing home built by a nightmare.

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Ah yes, now that I have so much time on my hands, I'll surely get lots of writing done

Oh look, a show I can rewatch for the 11th time

New orders came in saying I have to cut my hair, follow standards that are not true to me, stop being me. I'm not gonna roll over and take it. To all my trans family in the military, we just have to take the heat for a little longer and we'll make it through

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Editing done! I feel so confident that I can actually compete for this award. Academy of American Poets, here I come!

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Learning the hard way that editing is so much harder than writing lol

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Blood On Our Flags Sorting through these forgotten memories Reaching out to myself to bring her back. I'll take up in this place, dusted by breeze, A faded, old canvas painted in black. I look long over this year's old attack, The paint that covered up so many shades Far too many to count and to bring back But I'll still try to restore their cascades. I took back and covered my past charades And brought color back those winters. I cast away a darkness that pervades A life within those lengthening summers. I painted my canvas in soft colors, But now you paint wild dread on my skin. I won't be drawn on by wrathful others. I washed my hands and I refuse your sin. I spent so long learning to find my kin, Hearing without listening to their song. That harmonious rise and falling din Reminding my heart of what's right and wrong. This time painting my canvas made me strong. And through my weakness, I found a great force. By painting this canvas, burning in me all along, I found a color like burning concourse. Until the blood on our flags is undone, This art will call forth to a dawning sun.

Blood On Our Flags

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Anthem

In light of a lot of fear and anger myself and many have felt these past several weeks, I started writing a lot of more angry poetry

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I'll Hold On I do not know what future lies ahead, A deeping cloud full of hate fills my sight. The stretching path beneath my feet has fled To a darking distance, a lonely plight. I do not know what toils sickened with blight Will come for us, haunting in hopeless days. The skies descend under ruinous might To curse those below, the unwilling strays. I do not know what is left in this blaze. I do not know what is left to believe. But I know this, as to the skies we gaze, Soon the stars will shine in the sky we cleave. I do not know if we've reached the end of this rope, But I know that every bit of hope brings us hope.

I'll Hold On

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I've been referencing a lot of my older poetry in my newer work. Is that normal? Idk, but we're doing it.

My book is done, just needs some tweaks in editing, but writing new stuff is keeping me occupied

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