We were so right for each other,
like the sun
and the
moon,
but our timing was off,
and the sun had to rise too soon.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Take pictures, I’ll smile for you,
Pose my hands, I’ll bow for you,
Move my lips, I’ll sing for you.
..
…
Hit my *** I’ll wince for you,
Squeeze my breast, I’ll gasp for you,
Punch my stomach, I’ll cry for you,
Sell my body, I'll die for you.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
I was busy at work,
scrubbing the lipstick stains from china coffee mugs,
TLC replying in my head,
when I heard a man clear his throat.
His overly exposed eyes did not scare me,
nor did his wide but bruised hands.
What scared me was one,
simple
sentence.
"excuse me miss, I just wanted to say you look beautiful today"
"thank you"
I should've been more polite,
and I do apologize for that,
but I am not beautiful.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
They watched me carefully,
fluttering in my cage, pointing at my hair.
"how fierce" said the old man with the crooked teeth.
I pressed my clawed hands against the solid bars,
widening my yellow eyes.
"no, not fierce." said the old woman with the cane.
Her leather face turned upwards, smiling,
the skin, stretching like it had not practiced that action,
in a very long time.
"how free."
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
Red toes peak out from peep-toe laced Sperries,
heels clicking the hard-tiled floor of the dance room.
The black swan stared back from its home within her mirror,
red toes peak out from peep-toe laced Sperries.
She twirled and twirled, the swan did the same.
Each day the swan came to play, chipping the polish with every dance,
until the red toes were chipped and nearly gone.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
"you're such a good girl."
Sour whiskey breath spread against my cheek.
"do you want this?"
I shook my head, trying to breath, to scream the words no! I don't!
"yes, you do, my good girl"
no, I don't!
"will you be my good girl?"
I promise I will be your good girl, I promise, just please don't do it again.
"you're my good girl."
daddy, please stop
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
I called her Duchess.
and I called the other one Sweet.
The third was too dry, so I called her Meat.
Three different rooms, they wasted the space,
i brought them food, and sometimes things with lace.
I gave them purpose, I loved those *****
without me, they'd be on the street unloved.
I love them
they love me
then why did they leave
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
The daughter of Hope was named Despair,
for Hope knew that only tragedy would enter her life;
Despair loved Rage and her angered her soul;
She loved Madness and on her sanity he took hold;
She loved Fear and he scared her straight into the arms of Death,
who loved her more then life's first breath.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
A part of me feels like she has forgotten,
what its like to want a boy
maybe she remembers but feels its unimportant.
Or maybe she really did forget the flush of crimson warmth that
stained her cheeks when my father asked her out for the second time.
Or the way her stomach became knots and her sense putty when he kissed her cheek.
she said I can't date him
but she doesn't understand,
because a part of her has forgotten.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
I like girls.
Theyre soft and flush, with eyes bright like diamonds.
Theyre sweet and kind, with lips the color of roses.
I like girls.
but the girls, don't like me.
Because i'm a girl too.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC