RememberWhen your heart is gripped with terrorRemember6 years ago in Think Pink III More Like This
And the world begins to seem
Like it's crumbling down around you;
In a horrifying dream.
When you're sick of all the sobbing
The uncertainty and pain;
And it doesn't seem like anything
Could be the same again.
Just remember, girl, you're gorgeous
From your skin down to your core.
Change doesn't mean you're any less
The woman you were before.
Remember, we're more proud of you
With every passing day
Don't forget that we all love you
Now and always come what may.
...other metastatic failuresContrite sweetness,...other metastatic failures7 years ago in Tell Me a Lie More Like This
feel me on saccharine sheets
masking leveled edicts of
feel you ache-wishing
you could break
the seething shades
of sunlight leaving
each crystalline breath--
it's a promise, lover,
working toward nonchalance
I'll choose not to see your
slowly shrouded high-rise
last night cracks...last night cracks...8 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp More Like This
Last night cracks, falls away
beneath an unfading lightó
the world twirls relentlessly
spinning through nothing at all
walking a life of unbeing:
being unable to not unlive.
Sure the moon gets ogled (as it,
in fact, should) by poets and lovers,
the stars each night, launch a thousand
FreezingFreezing7 years ago in Winter Flash More Like This
Ive heard it said that freezing to death is not actually a bad way to die. Well, I think Ive been slowly freezing to death every winter for the past ten years, and its not a pleasant way to die either. I wonder how anyone came to that conclusion, since nobody whos been through the whole process is really in a condition to speak about it. I think its maybe just supposed to be the late stages of it that arent bad, and maybe I havent been that far, but it still seems to me that if its bad for a while it doesnt really matter if its not that bad right at the end.
Anyway, my opinion surely counts as much as anyones. Ive been through part of it, after all, repeatedly. It is as if every September I begin getting colder and colder until March when I slowly start to get warm. Its usually August before I feel completely warmed, and then of course the cycl
The Crane WifeThe Crane Wife4 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
The Crane Wife
Does that bird
think of bygone times
as it flies singing...
- Princess Nukada
There on the poor man's doorstep,
an arrow biting into my wing,
I flew into the arms of decision
my cries calling clouds,
even to the brow of Moon:
I would not be this;
kindness come to me,
and songs of a different flesh,
irresistibly new. That was why,
sped to health, I fled only to return
to the poor man's doorstep
a bird no more, a woman of silk.
And how the bamboo blinds
quivered with the storms of Spring;
how Wind shook Moon in the p
All I Want For ChristmasAll I Want For Christmas9 years ago in Poetry More Like This
Oh, all I want for Christmas is a smaller set of breasts:
Forget about the candy canes, the eggnog and the rest.
Hey Santa, if you're listening then let me really stress,
I mean it when I say I need to 'get this off my chest'!!!
I 'member how I used to play in mother's cast-off clothes;
The evening dress, the high heels and the baggy pantyhose.
I'd stuff my top with kleenex 'til the bodice hit my nose:
Gee, whoda thunk I'd end up with a pair bigger than those?!?!?!
When older, I tried basketball but I'd just end up sore.
I'd bounce the ball across the court but both my breasts bounced more!
And golf was just a waste of time-I seldom had a score:
My boobs just checked my swing before I even could yell 'Fore!'
Now, I can hear you laughing but you really have no clue,
Just what it's like to jump rope and end up all black and blue!
I'd wear the tightest bra I could, but what's a girl to do?
No matter how I'd bind 'em they just grew and grew and GREW.
Yes, Dolly with her triple D's does rea