Celebrate Life.

The only transgender element in this poem is that it is about me and a friend having fun in the new fallen snow.

The New Fallen Snow
by Barbara Lynn Terry

The day was beckoning me to get up

Prison of the Heart

I close my eyes and listen
Shame emanates from my heart
Fear rules my mind
It affects everything I say and do
I lash out at everyone.

The question

In life we ask our, selves questions
We ask our, selves questions like what am I,
And who am I am I really what I think I am?

We also ask our, selves questions like why do
I feel like I am a boy, or why do I feel like I am a girl

We might even ask our, selves why I feel like I
A girl when everyone says I am a boy, or why do I

The Wall

My wife, Denise, wrote a poem based on real elements of my life. We then collaborated to produce this...

A Poetic Journey

I decided to try something different for this contest. I strung together some poems to give a span of a relationship. There is romance in here, honest.

Please enjoy.

Heather

Is there anybody out there?

Messages to the Aliens

by J. E. Melton

A short poem from somewhere deep inside me. I dedicate this story to every "girl" out there that struggles to be the "she" whom she knows herself to be.
 

Flower Girls

Picture Day

This poem came to me in the last few minutes.
As I lay here in my bed trying to sleep, it just came to me. I don't really know why, but I think my muse might just be nocturnal...
Strange how the best ideas, come at the worst possible times...

I got sent this the other day by my friend Anne. Unusually for her she was reticent to post it; she is usually quite straightforward about such things. Knowing the bare outlines of what likely inspired it I was touched and slightly troubled. A close friend of hers is fighting breast cancer, hopefully to win as best she can.

This was inspired, if that's the word, by the waiting… in an anteroom of an oncology ward. A place where courage is simple, yet beyond what most, fortunately, will ever need to approach.

This is a song that floated into my head this morning. If you can, try to imagine it as a capella with a slow-beat finger snapping in the background. The words in italics are meant to be heard in a deeper voice with more of a monotone than the regular text. This song kinda deals with...well...wanting to be a pretty girl. ;)

Pretty Girl
Copyright 2007 by Heather Rose Brown

POV

What do you see?
Is it what I see?

We look at the same thing
So why is it so different for me?

I wish you could use my eyes
and I yours.

But would that be enough?
We see not with our eyes.

How do we share our hearts?
How do we share our minds?
How do we share our souls?

Are we truly islands,
An endless archipelago of lonely beings?

Or is there a path to mutual understanding -
A place where we can share as equals

Someplace where we can see
And know our vision is one.

(C) Copyright 2007 Janet L. Nolan

Most Days

by Joyce Melton

Most days I can hold my own,
Most days I'm not alone.
Some days I'm sick and tired
Of missing you.

Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright.
Some nights I'm tense and wired
From missing you.

Sunday night is not too bad,
Monday night I might feel glad,
Tuesday, Wednesday nights may pass
Without missing you.

Thursday night I'm not too sure
Friday night the pain is pure
Saturday I just might crash
'Cause of missing you.

Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright,
Some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.

Most days I can hold my own,
Most days I'm not alone.
Some days I may slip and fall,
'Cause I'm missing you.

Most nights I can sleep all right,
Most nights when the moon is bright,
Some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.

But some nights I can't sleep at all
'Cause I'm missing you.
Mmm, hmm...Missing you...
'Cause I'm missing you...