Alter Ego

Alter Ego Mar 2018

it's a **** good thing
that my thighs are big enough
to handle all of your *******

#thighs #body #*******

Alter Ego Mar 2018

I see you
Brown haired, bubbly, bursting
With energy that threatens to come loose
Like a champagne cork
On the edge of an overflowing bottle

It has always remained a mystery to me
How these bright-eyed beauties
Are as unknown to us
As we are to ourselves

She doesn’t truly know herself, you see
And leaves her sweet-smelling hair
To the task
Of keeping you away
From the treasure in her mind

There is never a proper description for her
So “high maintenance” is used to fill the void
Produced by the simplest of minds
As an excuse for their lack of imagination

Is she difficult?
Desirable?
Or simply distant?

There is no answer to the wondrous question
So her heart will stay locked up forever.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

#beauty #unknown #mystery

Alter Ego Sep 2017

Mask in the Water

I stood in the dark hallway
Looking at the shroud of faces
Staring back.

If I were different
I could’ve sworn these faces
Belonged to actual people.

They watched as I walked
Beady eyes following every movement I made
Down to the slight movement of my stomach
That came with every sharp breath.

Their shiny covers were emotionless
Not a single expression was known
To the blank canvas.

The rain poured outside
Creating shimmery puddles in the ruts of the ground
And a dark shroud of a face
Looked up from the water.

It saw through my eyes
It breathed with my mouth
And for a second I pretended I didn’t see the shiny exterior
Covering all emotions.

For a moment
For one precious moment
I could pretend that the mask in the water
Wasn’t mine.

#mask #water #dark #eyes #watching #face #plastic

Alter Ego Feb 2017

Beautiful

There are those that find themselves,
many times over,
in situations of abuse.

A pattern, repeated time and time again.
The victim doesn’t understand.
The blame must be hers.
Stupid, stupid girl.

After the abuse,
the bruises are gone,
and the sore places on her body have healed.

But she is left with the humiliation,
the shame,
the filth.
That sticks to her body like ****.

She believes she is the essence of filth.
So she separates her body from her heart.

For protection.

Alter Ego Feb 2017

Endless Heat

Hot Flames
Burning, dancing
Houses fall to the ground
Only ruins left to admire
Man’s sin

Ashes
Black as the night
Touch hot tears of cold pain
The endless destruction of flames
Burns bright

Close friends
Lost in the glow
But never forgotten
Memories form through painful thoughts
Like fire

Alter Ego Feb 2017

Helpless

It doesn’t interest me to accept your help.
To have my whole life be controlled by you like a savage animal.
Caged,
Captivated.

It doesn’t interest me to depend on you to finish what I started.
To start what I finished,
to begin something that shouldn’t,
to alter MY life.

It doesn’t interest me to be in debt,
like the house owner to the banker.
To have to wait for you to tell ME what to do because
“I OWE YOU ONE.”

It doesn’t interest me to feel your eyes of pity,
like me needing something makes me look helpless.
Weak
Stupid

It doesn’t interest me to sell my soul to the devil,
because apparently a favor is something that can be traded,
like coffee beans,
or playing cards.

It doesn’t interest me to make you feel better about yourself.
For you to see me as an object that can improve your image.
To be the cape you wear to feel powerful,
because you’re trying to be the hero.

So what am I?
The chair being sat on?
The mat being stepped on?
The toy you carelessly tossed aside when you were a young child?

So I’ll say it again,
it doesn’t interest me to accept your help.

Alter Ego Feb 2017

War

Can you hear the gunshots?
The bang of a bullet shooting through the air
to strike someone with a life,
a house,
a family.

Can you see the pain?
The endless torment of men being beaten,
women being *****,
children being shot.

Can you hear the bombs dropping?
the screams of innocent families trying,
fighting,
clawing for their lives.
As the battle rages.

Can you taste the blood?
The taste of innocent people who have died here without a cause,
without a single chance,
without a single goodbye.

Can you smell the dust?
The dirt that flies from the soldiers’ feet as they jump over the bodies.
The unidentified shells of humans who were just trying to live;
to survive.

Can you hear the prayers?
The sound of good men who value religion over their own life.
Who believe that there is a god somewhere who can save them,
as they are executed one by one.

Can you feel the suffering?
As you sit by and watch from a distance,
because you’re too scared,
too troubled,
too damaged,
to face the war.

#war #violence #soldiers

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