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Why do I do this to myself?So I can say "sexy" withWhy do I do this to myself?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a straight face, buy clothes to
show myself and wear them out
on dates, display what's left for
men who'd pay for my half-size
salad, hold doors for me and tell me
how stunning I look, but take no interest
in anything I have to say.
So I can be what I've always hated
and everyone else always wanted:
bleached blonde and bronze
and half-dressed-
Impressing everyone
but me.
So I can feel the slow
rise of collarbone, ribcage through skin
and know that I'm finally fitting
in as I feel the deflation of
personality: turn on the bubbly,
learn to flirt, be objectified,
smile when the wolves
whistle, thr
Between the LinesI will never be Goldilox,Between the Lines4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
though I've knocked on a hundred doors,
looking for a taste of porridge that was just right.
I will never spend a night, sleeping tight in a bed
that feels as if it was made up just for me.
I was neither the Big Bad Wolf nor Red Riding Hood,
I was only a villager who stood beside a straw hut
or a peasant out collecting wood while
stories unfurled all around me.
No wicked witch has ever found me,
nor handsome prince's lips implored
a kiss from mine- I do not mind-
I'm nestled here between the lines.
My lot in life is not to find
a happy ending, but to remind
in every "Once upon a time"
the prince must leave someone
The Right MarkSwallow all those pillsThe Right Mark7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch as you fall from my sight
"Will she make it?"
"She might"
Voices are fading
Everything is goin dark
I guess those pills
Hit the right mark
Countdowncounting the numbers as they pass byCountdown8 years ago in Open More Like This
1,2,3,4,5,6...
one life left
two companions gone
a foray in the battle of three
marching to the sound of four swords
swaying in the wind of fifth degrees
sixth sense attracted to blood around
the clock ticks down
as i move forth
the clock rewinds
as i get shoved back
rewind the numbers as i fall behind
...6,5,4,3,2,1
six feet tall i feel
being knocked between five pillars
four times now it feels
the beating of three kings against my will
will not these second term aches relieve
in the end i shall be one
let the mighty come
let them come
let them come
Desktop Wallpaper9 years ago in Political
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CloudsLook up to the clouds!Clouds9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
An illusion after all...
My image is gone.
Strong EnoughStrong Enough9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Always the last one to understand
Am I strong enough to take your hand?
People leave and don't return
Am I strong enough to not get burned?
Would you ever walk away?
Are you strong enough to stay?
Laughter comes when you don't try
Are you strong enough to cry?
She DiesShattered glass,She Dies9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fallen tears,
Loney girl,
Full of fears.
Heartfelt letter,
Emty soul,
Loney girl,
No longer whole.
Falling star,
Crystal beads,
The knife is all,
She'll ever need.
Soft Whispers,
Muffled cries,
Deep inside,
She slowly dies.
ShatteredShattered9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shattered girl, broken glass
pulled upon by the growing mass
weary eyed and sinking low
she wished this fast paced world to slow
by herself, she walks alone
becoming colder, made of stone
She lays down on her comfy bed
as thoughts of love, leave her head
All the truths, and all the lies
have all darkened, her once blue skies
So in the darkness of her room
she sits and ponders her current doom
For she has loved and lost
and should her soul be the cost?
you should have seen her, those last few days
when all her colors turned to greys
When all her life, darkened in
because of your every sin
Because you broke her fragile heart
Why logic fails every timeWhy Logic Will Fail You Every TimeWhy logic fails every time9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because you buy sexy boots it doesn't mean you're sexy
But this, of course, is something you've yet to find out
There they all
Black and tall
Silky leather running down the model's calves
Long
Lean
They scream one word over and over:
SEX.
Yes these shoes ooze sex
They move with sex
They are
SEX
Everywhere you look
Everyone owns a pair
And as they walk in their sexy boots
Looking
Well ...
Sexy,
They cast their gaze back at you
Pitiful,
Plain,
Dare I say
unattractive
You?
And,
As they flip their
Perfect
Long
Blond
Brown
Red
Hair
Knowing full well the difference bet
Fadingthe memories of you are fading out of my mindFading5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
everday i grow a little more stronger than what meets the eye
i think i'm getting over you now, and that's not a lie
although the very thought of you and i still makes me break down and cry
i dont want to hear your name anymore, it causes too much pain
and i'm too weak for another night of this torment again
i hope you're living well since you set yourself free from me
i wish you nothing but the best while i live in misery
you can blame the tragic end of our little love story on me
i'm too tired to fight now, so i'm letting you go
i hope one day you will know how much that i once cared
AblazementI was burned recently,Ablazement8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A policeman came
to the hospital
To take a statement.
"Could you describe the perpetrator?"
I told him about the flame,
its hot red touch:
He made a sketch in charcoal.
The irony wasn't missed.
When the drawing was finished
it reminded me of you.
I have seen the fire since,
Burning blue and bright in your eyes
The last time they met mine,
but I can't turn you in.
My candle's been burning at both ends
For a long time. Is it any wonder I have come to the end of my
Wick? That flickering tongue of fire was the warmest
I've felt in years.
Blisters and scars will heal and return with
the need to touch som
DesiderataHands, chest, fingers, back,Desiderata6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eyes with black hole tunnel heading
soulward, stoic, then sordid whispers,
distorted by shifting, lunging, lifting,
leaning forward, moving back,
supressing, depressing, undressing
expressing obsession, a predilection,
to erect a monument to a
lifetime of pent up good intent,
then spent and going slack, exhaling,
words failing, chest heaving, drinking the sound
of labored breathing, sweat dripping,
then slipping back into
the curtain of the dark of evening.
ShovelHad we but soughtShovel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this out another time,
we might have found
great love in this
latitude of lines
but it's locked in our chests
so well that no quest
will reveal it.
the distance between us
cannot be measured in miles-
our legends cannot lead us-
no ecstasy to mark the
spot where we will find
each other's arms:
ours is a treasure that
cannot be mapped,
if there is buried pleasure,
it refuses to be found.
Post Abortion Syndrome.4 years ago in Etching
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This is howThis is how you lose her.This is how1 month ago in Personal More Like This
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger's voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don't notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you're about to ask a question but you think anything you're about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, an
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Faith RewardedGod must be out of damns to give.Faith Rewarded3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
What would it cost Him to murder that bastard? If anyone can do it without getting caught it's Him, but my prayers remains unanswered. It has accomplished nothing, but I can't stop praying; my hands are stuck in this posture, certainly not because of my better judgement. If the Almighty cares about His angels up there, why doesn't He avenge the ones down here? The ones I'm helping bring to this world, and whose father has abandoned before they're even born?
In the unlikely case God does pay attention to my thoughts aside from the incriminating ones, here goes again, Ruler of the creation.
Smooth Mister SOB
Mc Weed - The boot Screen9 years ago in BootSkin
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ReconciliationReconciliationReconciliation4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey ... it's you.
You had forgotten about me, hadn't you? I can't even recall the last time there was something between us. At long last you remembered whom you'd vent old emotions with, only to create new ones afterwards. Whatever your mood was, I was ready for our little games. Remember?
Now ... don't expect everything to be the way you left it. It's no secret that you've been out there spying other couples, and whenever you got motivation to come back to me, you set it aside, favoring mundane pleasures that didn't take long to die.
I forgive you.
For all this time I've done nothing but think of your return.
I’m h
Ignorance is BlissYou know nothing of longing,Ignorance is Bliss5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sad-song lullabies,
afternoon solitude-
silence so loud
it drowns out the sounds of
your own tears falling,
You know nothing of fears of
dying alone,
no one to miss you or know you're gone,
every heart has withdrawn
when you've shown them your own,
(Would I even have risked it if I'd only known?)
You know nothing of Saturday nights
with computer screen mood lighting,
searching out another date with disaster,
a personals ad willing you to be faster,
be thinner, be prettier, be flirtier, be
wittier, each ad seeming shittier than the one
before.
You know nothing of starving while feeding his eg
Left Behind.Couldn't keep you in my heartLeft Behind.5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Opened the door in my soul
Could you ever love me again
your presence takes away my breath
All these years I've tried to keep you for myself
Shielding you from the pain that stirs in this world
Here I am, left alone, in sadness
You ran in the night
So I'll be behind
All you've done's forgiven
Couldn't face it alone
So you had to go
All you've done's forgiven.
Watching the clocks keep ticking away
Still the time hasn't healed my pain
Was I destined to be wronged?
Your heart was looking away
and mine sheds crimson pain
All these years I've tried to keep you for myself
Shielding you from the pain
Sta.sh
