liesl - Hello Poetry

I don't call people 'temporary'. I prefer to call them guests. Guests are people who come into your house But don't make it their home. You can try to persuade them to. You can even try and beg them to. But they prefer their own place, and besides, they're not particularly fond of your decor.

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Jan 29, 2020

Jan 29, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC

guests

I don't call people 'temporary'. I prefer to call them guests. Guests are people who come into your house But don't make it their home. You can try to persuade them to. You can even try and beg them to. But they prefer their own place, and besides, they're not particularly fond of your decor.

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She could talk endlessly about the way her gut the way her whole abdomen pulses for just a few days each month agonisingly cruelly internally she bleeds she bleeds she bleeds she bleeds She’ll write an article about a girl she knew who stuffed toilet paper from the college bathroom into her underwear because and she’ll quote “it’s better than nothing” she eats one meal a day at home and that is it She’ll do a speech about how the contraceptive pill can do psychological damage she’ll mention the time her best friend asked if Cilest is meant to make you want to **** yourself “At least her boyfriend is happy” she’ll say and the audience will laugh as if it is a joke. She’ll ask her manager if she can go home because her *** is giving her blurred vision and she is struggling to stand and he’ll ask why this month is any different to the others She’ll ask you if you think it’s fair that shedding lining costs money that contraception costs sanity that pain is only valid if you’re dying and you’ll tell her to stop being gross and she’ll say Only when you start listening.

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC

The Cycle

She could talk endlessly about the way her gut the way her whole abdomen pulses for just a few days each month agonisingly cruelly internally she bleeds she bleeds she bleeds she bleeds She’ll write an article about a girl she knew who stuffed toilet paper from the college bathroom into her underwear because and she’ll quote “it’s better than nothing” she eats one meal a day at home and that is it She’ll do a speech about how the contraceptive pill can do psychological damage she’ll mention the time her best friend asked if Cilest is meant to make you want to **** yourself “At least her boyfriend is happy” she’ll say and the audience will laugh as if it is a joke. She’ll ask her manager if she can go home because her *** is giving her blurred vision and she is struggling to stand and he’ll ask why this month is any different to the others She’ll ask you if you think it’s fair that shedding lining costs money that contraception costs sanity that pain is only valid if you’re dying and you’ll tell her to stop being gross and she’ll say Only when you start listening.

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You will never be the thing that hurt you

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC

repeat after me.

You will never be the thing that hurt you

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If nobody has told you yet: You are brave for doing what you did. Everybody knows it. I just thought it was about time you knew it too.

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC

this is a message, not a poem

If nobody has told you yet: You are brave for doing what you did. Everybody knows it. I just thought it was about time you knew it too.

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She said my eyes were like stars that day We'd been kissed by a flurry of leaves - Autumn in the forest. She said my mouth was so wide I could've caught flies in it. "Isn't the forest beautiful?" She'd asked on gentle breath. "Yeah," I said, "I ******* love trees."

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC

Nice Forest Poem

She said my eyes were like stars that day We'd been kissed by a flurry of leaves - Autumn in the forest. She said my mouth was so wide I could've caught flies in it. "Isn't the forest beautiful?" She'd asked on gentle breath. "Yeah," I said, "I ******* love trees."

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You remember my name. You remember how it sounds when spoken aloud. You remember how it looks when written in black ink. You remember the face that goes with it. I remember nothing of you. No name, no sound, no face. Some would call it a tragedy. But I call it freedom.

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC

My Name

You remember my name. You remember how it sounds when spoken aloud. You remember how it looks when written in black ink. You remember the face that goes with it. I remember nothing of you. No name, no sound, no face. Some would call it a tragedy. But I call it freedom.

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I am here Expelled at last from that warm darkness Fluid replaced with air Crying out so that the nurse knows, So that the world knows, That I have arrived. I look up and see a Goddess A true beauty with loose ringlets And glimmering skin But sacred tears are falling From her golden eyes A deity like her deserves jewels I am just a tiny speck of dust Floating around her palace I am not what she asked for I want to apologise But all I can do is wail I am sorry, dear Goddess She looks down at me And she smiles And in that moment I’ve been blessed.

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Jul 21, 2018

Jul 21, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC

Blessed

I am here Expelled at last from that warm darkness Fluid replaced with air Crying out so that the nurse knows, So that the world knows, That I have arrived. I look up and see a Goddess A true beauty with loose ringlets And glimmering skin But sacred tears are falling From her golden eyes A deity like her deserves jewels I am just a tiny speck of dust Floating around her palace I am not what she asked for I want to apologise But all I can do is wail I am sorry, dear Goddess She looks down at me And she smiles And in that moment I’ve been blessed.

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After a while you’ll stop caring about him, but then you’ll find yourself wondering if he still has the mug you made for him in pottery class and if every time he sees it he remembers the smile you wore from ear to ear as he took it out of its newspaper wrapping because that smile meant a hell of a lot more than a mug ever could but neither was enough to make him stay.

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC

Mug

After a while you’ll stop caring about him, but then you’ll find yourself wondering if he still has the mug you made for him in pottery class and if every time he sees it he remembers the smile you wore from ear to ear as he took it out of its newspaper wrapping because that smile meant a hell of a lot more than a mug ever could but neither was enough to make him stay.

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My grandma told me I don't need a man's affection To be happy But Grandma, What if the affection is all I have to free me From my sadness?

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC

Untitled

My grandma told me I don't need a man's affection To be happy But Grandma, What if the affection is all I have to free me From my sadness?

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A tiny pill, less than fingernail-size Washed down with water each day. You’d think nothing of it. It’s just like clockwork. It does its job. You marvel at science And you marvel at being a woman Just how does your body do it? You wonder each day. Now there is less blood But more bleeding Less pain But more suffering As the months pass you start to realise something. You’d rather tear out your own hair Than tear out your own ****** You’d rather be drenched with blood Than drenched with sadness and anger Once a month you wish you were dead. The pill laughs. Once a month you cry yourself to sleep Just because somebody looked at you funny. This tiny tiny thing Smaller than your fingernail May be making it easier to be a woman But it’s making it harder to be you.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC

Contraception

A tiny pill, less than fingernail-size Washed down with water each day. You’d think nothing of it. It’s just like clockwork. It does its job. You marvel at science And you marvel at being a woman Just how does your body do it? You wonder each day. Now there is less blood But more bleeding Less pain But more suffering As the months pass you start to realise something. You’d rather tear out your own hair Than tear out your own ****** You’d rather be drenched with blood Than drenched with sadness and anger Once a month you wish you were dead. The pill laughs. Once a month you cry yourself to sleep Just because somebody looked at you funny. This tiny tiny thing Smaller than your fingernail May be making it easier to be a woman But it’s making it harder to be you.

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