It's Really Not Urgent

The color of the wings is just perfect. It's so well done!

Fly, my broken wings

Poems are just word structures, sometimes devoid of poetry. Poetry goes far beyond words. Images are words too... Poetry is how we use these images.

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

Hi there,

I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.

It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.

If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.

I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.

I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.

Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.

With deep gratitude,

AshleymilesPhil

gofundme.com

Donate to HELP LGBTIQ REFUGEES IN EAST AFRICA SURVIVE, organized by James Goebel

Hi, my name is James Goebel and I'm from the US. I’m organizing this fundrais… James Goebel needs your support for HELP LGBTIQ REFUGEES IN E

Mouth full of silver,

a waning cresent smile shines

in the ink of night.

Distant, whispered ache.

An age between and high stakes.

Leap we didn't take.

Carry On, Fair Fighter 🌷

Set fire to the acid rain Watch it burn, burn down See the sweet flames burn in the light Finally, I feel something Like the time I almost set a lighter to my own carpet We all lose yourselves sometimes Plug the holes with poetry Your leaky eyes with holy water Watch the flowers melt away It gonna-It's gonna be okay We pick yourselves up Journey on another day It's gonna- It's gonna be okay Lick the paint off your fingers Oil pastels all over your clothes You just murdered an emotion That's just how life goes In the words of my kindergarten teacher"Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow" If you were a salmon meant to fight it You would've been born with gills Now carry on, fair fighter We must get over this hump We must crest this hill

The Questions I Ask Before I Leave

Had I been brave?

Was I strong?

Unafraid to speak the truth?

What did I do with my time?

Did I fill the world with love?

© Johnny J P Lee

06 December 2024

A Gogyoshi Poem 5

monozygotic

(ione meraki 2024)

Words all jammed together.

No room in your mouth

for all your heart's burdens,

they spill out. A red mess.

There is no vacancy in me,

empty as I am. 

I have no price.

You can't stay.

everything’s moving too fast

it feels like most days, i’m

standing still, observing the 

movement as it blurs past

my tired vision.

~K.T.