Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our
Delehi Teenhood ou SteamyLe cuivre, l'or, l'étain, le bronze, l'argent Recouvert par cette blancheur délicate, ce voile léger qui semble vouloir atténuer le vacarme produit par les vibrations du métal. Pour gouverner ce monstre, pour le nourrir et l'entretenir, un seul être. Un seul corps faisant face à cet enchevêtrement de rouages. Une jeune filleDelehi Teenhood ou Steamy4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Un dernier coup de marteau sur cette valve réticente, elle essuie une perle de sueur sur sa tempe, et se relève, les mains sur les hanches. À sa ceinture, un attirail impressionnant de marteaux, de clefs et de tournevis de toutes les formes et de toutes
The Booze n' Bitches of Rufus Xavier Sasparillahusked by the grip of itThe Booze n' Bitches of Rufus Xavier Sasparilla1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
which is the only layer
of your indigestible self
that's so all natural
indignation saves explanation
but my camera is on -
we're still rolling...
while the chase
is a haste to anywhere
your bent elbow
nudges the wounded sober for a laugh...
of lady-shaped poisons
in glass corsets
or the gamey mame from a
tiny black bat as your
magnetic collar bow?
while I don't,
I bet YOU know...
and if you build it
they will cum
a slick-picks bar
with lacquered vernacular
Seven Celestial StomachsWe will pass through radiant aurora like kidney stones of quartzSeven Celestial Stomachs1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and migrate to where the willow grows ill and awkward
in the loving drought.
I found nirvana in your guts
beneath the fox that hangs by its teeth in the heavens
and sings an old song heard forever south of here.
Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,Crumbling Conversations1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and an arm
are very, very different...
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",
the matriarch said,
baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.
Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks
Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.
"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",
the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.
The Blue and The Brothered BraveAs a wretch ofThe Blue and The Brothered Brave1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The last stitch
You can rhyme my name
But my pain is the game of need
But never the bleed of truth
For I am hell on wheels
The force for the course
With a flex
Steering is a bitch
Whose name could be on any license
Plated and skating ice
Scorched and blackened by
A heavy hand
Spills the beans no rice
Could twice reheat
The cold stove of feeling
Was a hidden healing
Fuck all those
For the only wood worth revering
In the soul bravely bearing
F'eighth Coming of The Loured.F'eighth Coming of The Loured1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Faith in a mo(u)r n;
though thrives in the k'night
and the gashes
turn to lust,
it feels no th1rst
in the fight.
Oh save them, those so(u)l s
who bump in d'Ark
and cry for those b'Urning
throw all the lost
Abort Unity OpportunityOh,Abort Unity Opportunity2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Opera Ported Atunity
The Magnetic Divine
seeks The Blind
for Quicksand walks on the Beach.
Left-handed vessel, you...
Bruised booze glue
Made from clinging grovel grapes
The seepings you seek
bare flesh-sore rewards.
It's not your neck, of course....
Just the weighted, baited vein-bearers
The Hacking and The Lacking Collector, you...
Bacterial cough of airborne wrongs
that few would hear as song
If not for the sharp G-minor thrills
The Rhythm of Rhymey Loss you gua
An Unsuited SilenceI feel there's a silence buildingAn Unsuited Silence2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I don't want to be submerged
There's nothing I can try to say to you now
To make your disparity burn out
I can't help you if you don't say it
I will just have to guess and I'm not too good
At pretending I know about things
That I don't understand at all
We are stuck in all but conversation
Subjugated by immense quiet
Choking on words we cannot begin to fathom
Here we are, now just screaming in silence
I could tell you that it all gets better
But I have been there before
And all the changes that you need to happen
Are left up to you
And all your devices of self deprecation
You can't imp
Glass Fuses I grow less sensitive to the ill-timed disappearances of my Deities by the day.Glass Fuses2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Not a good sign.
I wonder what I'll be
besides a handful of smashed light fixtures by the end.
DisarmedShe was no longer angryDisarmed2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and that was the problem
Her big book of puzzles
somehow she had solved them
And eating was easy
she no longer chewed
on little found objects
A palate improved!
But wait! What of cats?
Were they all she could love?
Oh Lo and behold!
In her Heart she could shove
almost Every thing In -
hot or cold, tall or wide
Did she just grow a soul
wrapped in flesh and not hide?
There were knots in her knitting
Instead of her hair
This curl of new smoke
brought pinks to the air
It lightened her limp
and straightened her gait
Not a trace of Hell Fire
Nor age in her face
The fabric of her
Am I Pretty Yet?Cover up - Skin tone sludge I smear on my face.Am I Pretty Yet?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eyeshadow - Coloured grime I wipe on my eyelids.
Eyeliner - Pencil crayon I scribble around my eyes.
Mascara - Black goopy stuff that I apply to my eyelashes.
Lipstick - Tinted fat to coat my lips.
Am I pretty yet?
Manicures To Set a Watch ByShe "loves her own back yard"Manicures To Set a Watch By2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kills every bug it brings
And when Her guests come over
She moistures every thing
Sunday there's a pick up
Parked neatly on the lawn
She hates its stealthy silence
While Drunk Man sings its song
She's on the verge of thinking
But never does completely
She plucks a weed for weaving
Forming tangled smiles too sweet
There's never meat left over
Once locusts flare their charms
And next year starts it over
Her garden vowed unharmed
She is worn out from the kettle
as Tea is all She makes
Her hands are mitted - whitened lead
And craddle all mistakes
With most potatoes topside
The roots lain high and
thoughts on imperfectioni am the type of person who frequently freaks out about how not-perfect they are. i feel like i live in a world that puts pressure on me to live up to standards i can't possibly reach. because i dress differently, a lot of people assume that i must be super-confident, and that i have to be fun and outgoing and not-giving-a-shit-about-others'-opinions 100% of the time. and because i write poetry, i need to be sad enough to write deep stuff that Makes You Think, but i also need to be happy whenever i hang out with people or else they will never want to be around me again. i need be exciting and spontaneous and totally stable, otherwise i am borthoughts on imperfection2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Lamura flame's essenceLamura flame's essence3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Lamura"- flame's essence
She comes to light the night
She's here for rights to fight,
But little does she know
Power stands in the beauty of her show
She kicks the dark away,
She'll never just obey
The wishes of one's slumber,
For she's above and under
She runs and turns, then flicks
No need to play those tricks
That women often do,
For her nature's warmth is true!
Yet one can never touch her,
And what she has to offer
She's the only one to touch
Without approaching much
One sees her in his wife
Women feel her once in life
She is the mistress of the night,
That senseless virgin l
The ChildThe child cried. It didn't stop, just cried and cried. Not a good idea to say yes to "keep an eye" on it not at all.The Child3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm just going to the store, I'll be right back. Keep an extra eye on little brother for me and be a good boy. Don't do anything stupid, now!" she had said before she went out of the door. That's okay to look after him, I don't mind. But she hadn't told me anything about the crying and screaming. Was he hungry? Maybe he wanted to take a bath. Not a bad idea, I thought and carried the child tight against my chest up to the second floor. Couldn't loose him, whatever I did not harm him. The i
wtf v211/04/2010wtf v23 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there's a beauty in the breakdown
of how a system fails
to the way that logic time and reason
often come to no avail
when the world just comes apart
-exploding at its tender seams
and you live out all your nightmares
one by one, in waking dreams
when there's nothing left to cling to
when the world's been blown to bits
there's one thing I can still be sure of
and that is simply: I exist
I exist is all I know
-for what purpose is a guess
I've often pondered on it
(reaching no conclusions yet)
and that is just to sum of it
what I can rightly say
everything's been taken from me
so there's little else to say
It's about timeIt's about time3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's about time!
Time to face it: we're just pieces of chess.
Doesn't even matter if we're unique or the same as the rest!
However, the cruel truth is bitter and sweet
When comparing it to time when heads met the feet.
Society's structure is no mere pyramid,
But more of a hyper cube lost in the avid
There is no real leader, but there are many slaves,
Like there is no flux without mean waves.
But freedom of speech means nothing to us
As we hide behind it and make such a fuss
Yet this fuss is just noise in the ears of the giant
Who's only purpose is to obtain whatever he wants
Does anybody here even care?
OzSome ruby slipper heel-clickingOz3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
doesn't seem that over the top
with this ancient girl,
full of nameless hills,
some with names we laugh at,
her old stones and new thoughts,
caffeine-rinsed afternoons and
languid smoke-driven hours;
and if poems are in short supply,
it's easily remedied with
markers and a nose for anarchy,
or with something more profound.
Audit"Be glad you don't have cigarette habits, you mongrels!"Audit3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
She watched as the cats chewed slowly on the food they couldn't stand.
Bowls on the floor were damn sure fuller and cleaner
than anything going on above that level.
A drug store is no place to shop for groceries.
Kicking beer cans against chipped toenails,
she stood in the shower thinking about
How rich she was
How poor she lived
Sick of being jerked around
but no one had a hold of her
still the whip-worn fractures in her neck persisted.
And the water resistant watch began to give, taking on water.
It would be days before she'd notice.
Lights went out, but candles kept
Mother SpiderWhen I was a child,Mother Spider3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I killed mother spider.
When her body was broken,
Her children covered me wholly.
While I sat in the agony,
Of all the things that were to die.
From Hamlet, NCThe Crustacean Nation is gathering outsideFrom Hamlet, NC3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Mermaid Queen wants to take you for a ride
The moldy wood and broken glass on the floor
Makes you toss your beer can and go out to see more
The heat hits your face in waves in the night
Heavy foot sand laced with salt and green brine
You feel ten feet tall as the beer soaks your brain
And wander down looking for that midnight train
but that train don't run here no more
The neon lights are darkened downtown
and ghosts of your granddad's friends
are the only ones around
No that train don't run no more
in this town
You walk back to your quarters in the land of Dusty Dreams
Battery CablesIt'd been waiting.Battery Cables3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Greased like a gear and ugly as a tarped heart
which made a blurry background sharp
for their perfect surround sound gutteral groans.
His bones felt like her own
as damage was now
to be spread evenly...
Oh, the company of misery
And this would be something
only recalled makes and models would understand -
Iron whines of stress so expanded
refined and confessed from valves
never tested til now.
by-products of errors that made them -
gave them mayhem
This was the sort
of thing that protocals were meant for;
the adorable pour of softness over shards