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Invisible Inferno

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In the cacophony of existence, a voice strains—

Forty-plus years of searching,

A lifetime of pains.

Words crumble to ash, unheard and unseen,

Lost in society's vast, indifferent machine.

 

Neurodivergent synapses spark and sputter,

A mind wired differently, thoughts all a-flutter.

Autism's maze, ADHD's relentless tide,

Trauma's shadows where nightmares reside.

 

Rejection's barbs, familiar as my own skin,

Each "no" a thorn, each silence a coffin.

Dysphoria whispers, "You don't belong here,"

In a world that sings harsh and unclear.

 

Nonbinary, queer, asexual—labels that confound,

A self yet unanchored, unsafe, unbound.

Isolation creeps, a suffocating shroud,

Drowning amid the indifferent crowd.

 

Empathy burns, a fire beneath the skin,

A curse, a gift, searing from within.

But who hears the helper's muffled plea?

Who sees the saviour drowning at sea?

 

Knowledge hard-earned through years of strife,

Wisdom gleaned from a fractured life.

Yet warnings fall on ears deafened by fear,

As others march blindly towards perils near.

 

The tribe remains elusive, a shimmering mirage,

Fading with each misunderstanding, each barrage

Of blank stares, of glances that never linger,

Of people who look, but fail to see the singer.

 

Helplessness learned, a bitter draught to swallow,

As hope's embers fade, leaving the heart hollow.

The voice grows hoarse, the weary spirit mired,

Unwanted, unseen, and uninspired.

 

In this abyss of unbelonging, deep and wide,

Echoes the cry of a soul with nowhere to hide.

For connection, for understanding, for home,

In a world where different means forever alone.

 

Senses overload: lights blind, sounds pierce,

The world a tempest, wild and fierce.

Touch that scorches, smells that choke and smother,

Each day a battle, one after another.

 

Yet still it burns, this invisible flame,

Flickering, sputtering, but never quite tame.

In the endless night, it stubbornly glows,

A beacon of self that nobody knows.

 

How long can it endure, this hidden pyre?

Will it fade from view or burn ever higher?

In the silence between heartbeats, it persists,

A testament to a life that still exists.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 Essentially, just bleeding directly on to the page here.


It isn’t meant to sound profound, it is the raw emotional landscape characterised by life-long feelings of isolation, struggle, and the quest for belonging amidst a world that often overlooks or willfully misunderstands those who are different.



Astral, Aquatic, Arboreal: A Queer Love Triptych

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Celestial Serenade

 

Silken skies, where starlings soar,

Zephyr's zest, we both adore.

Sapphire seas and sibilant shores,

Our love, like light, through cosmos pours.

 

Artemis’ arrows aim prestigious, 

Safely we dance under a moonlit aegis.
Entwined, we dream of Sappho's isle,

Our hearts aligned, mile after mile.

 

Earthen embrace, we root and grow,

Gaia's gifts, on us bestow.

Verdant vines and velvet moss,

Our bond, unbroken, knows no loss.

 

Eternal Echoes

 

Whispered wishes in the wind,

Two souls, genderless, have twinned.

Celestial bodies, we revolve,

Our love's enigma we'll resolve.

 

Neptune's nymphs sing siren songs,

To depths where our passion belongs.

Poseidon's realm, a vast expanse,

Where our love story finds romance.

 

Persephone's pomegranate seeds,

Bind us like eternal deeds.

Through seasons' change, we persevere,

Our love grows stronger year by year.

 

Infinite Iridescence


From Elysian fields to Avalon's mist,

Our lips, like petals, gently kissed.

In this cosmic dance, we twirl and spin,

Two hearts, two bodies, joined within.

 

Forever more, our love will soar,

Beyond the sky, beyond the shore.

In life, in death, in joy, in strife,

We'll love each other, beyond this life.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

With International Non-Binary Day being celebrated this weekend (though it is technically the following week), I though I should prepare something different from my usual poetry.

I have edited this poem as someone mentioned they "baulked" at the tautology used in one of the couplets. To be fair
, I wrote this at around 2 AM this morning in an insomnia-induced session of hyperfocus. 

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