My Shadow

 

and all shall fade, and all shall die
and nothing shall withstand
the coming storm, the coming night
nothing shall hold ground
As for me, I will live on
and walk my world alone
in solitude, in misery
my life will be my own.
and I’ll know joy, and I’ll know peace
and I will be content
nevermore, with these ebony
ravens at my side
And all shall live, and all shall stay
to me all is the same
I’m still alone, I am still dead
Will time only tell?

I am my own life’s companion.

 

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Searching

If I always fail, why do I keep trying?
If I never find you, why do I keep searching?
Is there even someone who still cares enough
For me?
Do you even exist? 

Why is it that I am still alone?
Why do I go on on my own?
Why won’t you join me?
Do you even know who I am? 

Not having you here causes me too much pain.
If only you would feel the same.
If only I knew how to reach you.
If only I knew who you were. Who you are. Who you will be.

Not a new beginning.

To whoever may read this.

I am Tyranna. Although this is not my real name, it’s all you will get. I have found that my name is rarely pronounced correctly by most in English. If ‘Tyranna’ is too difficult, Ty will do as well.

Regardless. Things have not been going very well in my life. It has been suggested to me to write down my feelings in a journal. Originally I did, but I was lacking feedback. Hence this. I will copy my journal (it’s not that much, yet) in here for anyone to read and to comment on.
I will also post whatever poem or lyrics or unrelated line of thought I have written, for your potential reading pleasure and feedback.
I am horrible when it comes to deadlines, so I will update this when I see it fit.

Things you should know: I have gender dysphoria. Biologically I am male, but there is a very real possibility that I am transsexual. If this is the case, I am also a lesbian, and have been single for over a year. My poems mainly go about this latest topic. If they are addressed to someone, it is usually a girl. Sometimes a real girl, who shall always stay anonymous, sometimes not.
Other possible subjects are the uncertainty of my gender, and time. I don’t know why, but it fascinates me.

If you are prude, then I advice you to leave. I write what I feel, how I feel it and, if possible, why. I will not refrain from using what some may consider questionable language when I see it fit to use.

If this doesn’t bother you, however, I wish you a pleasant stay.

Yours truly,
Tyranna