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CS Modei Apr 1
I’d tear the sun from the sky,
Lest it burn your eyes;
Pull your ship from the grasp of the sea,
Lest you succumb to its depths;
Quell the winds of the raging storm,
Lest it ruffle your hair.
The first in a series of poems for my partner, my beautiful ray of moonlight that penetrates the darkness I live in.
CS Modei Apr 1
Does a star really burn in the sky?
Or do they simply work till they die?
Short poem I thought of while pondering jobs, I think the burning of stars is a lovely metaphor for who the capitalist system works you until you die.
CS Modei Apr 1
“Is that a girl?”
“I must be mistaken”
“His voice is what gives him away.”
“I can see that his stubble is just growing in”
“And his shoulders are broad”
“Keep that **** pervert away.”
Sidenote: I am a black trans girl, things are tough nowadays especially with my identity. Love ya'll!
CS Modei Apr 1
Stir and Mix
Stir and Mix,
Keep your head down
Cuz’ hell you’re helping them drown.

Shake and Pour
Shake and Pour
Not your fault if they fall
Just wipe the counter s’more

Wipe and Scrub
Wipe and Scrub
It’s no wonder you feel undeserving
Of their love

Turn and Lock
Turn and Lock
“Congrats Kid, you’re off the clock”
Sorry for the long pause, School blocked the site for a bit but I'm back now! This poem was inspired by a career readiness course I've been taking and I've always wanted to bar-tend.
CS Modei Nov 2024
One becomes
two. becomes
three, becomes
Us.
I got diagnosed with DID recently. I hate that the others are real, but I don't hate you guys!
CS Modei Nov 2024
He’s pretty, he  gleams like the fresh morning dew;
Often I picture myself waking up next to you.
But vines they invade those beautiful dreams;
Piercing my thoughts with thorns oh so sharp.
Because under that rose tinted facade,
Rests the roots of this bush, warped, gnarled, and odd.
So I guess what I mean to say;
But not in a mean way;
This rosebush needs pruning, my babe.
My boyfriend has been especially cold to me lately, but I couldn't bear to share my thoughts with him. I hope you all can glean some meaning from this poem.
CS Modei Oct 2024
As my body steeps,
Bones infuse,
Organs dissolve;
All I can do is hope
That I’ll add something
To this cocktail of greed.
Y'know, alcohol is actually a great metaphor for capitalism and human greed in multiple ways. Anyways here's one of them!
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