Gender identity disorder

His pose is held like a nightmare in psychosis, her poise and grace holds him still. In the embrace of her safety, the deep storm within him begins churning like a river, with fire sparks and dangerous gaps pushed through. Spitting, hissing, breathing in a boiling irritated mood.

Moving despite the obvious flawed gait, disposed deference, incomplete hidden faces. Dreams decay, denied, solidification bound to state. An aggravating array of beliefs eating at surface barriers. Boiling under skin, an itching growing hate.

Insects all over this male appearance, predetermined, called socially gay. Anguishing, dissembling, disillusioned. Fighting to find a way, seeking to fit in this sick hierarchy, playing, emitting the same song, no longer do I relate.

April Jones


This is April Jones. She is 5 years old.

She’s been missing from Machynlleth, Powys, Wales, since around 7:30pm last night (1/10/12).

Please RT this. Anyone who sees her, or has any information about her disappearance should call 0300 2000 333 to speak to Dyfed-Powys Police.

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While you were looking away

While you were looking away, colours coalesced into small shapes. Secreted close within my space, black veiled lace. Covered under night skies dreaming again.

While you were looking away. The small shape burnt against my heart like a stone. Secreted close enough to turn away from me. The love I had come to know.

While you were looking away. I was in wonder with many thoughts churning within me. That you nailed my mind to the floor. With your words like light beacons daring to call me in from the storm.