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 Jul 2015
Clindballe
Telling someone to be themselves in this society, is like telling a bird with two broken wings to fly.
Written: June 25. - 2014
 Jul 2015
Clindballe
I feel like a pickle in jar.
Drowning in salty tears.
Waiting on a shelf for
someone to want me.
To drag me out of this
lonely jar and take a bite
of my tear soaked body.
I am waiting for someone
to tell the difference between
a cucumber and a pickle.
Written: September 16. - 2014
 Jul 2015
Clindballe
The sun rises as the moon goes down.
Never do they meet.
They always run away
from one another.
Until that perfect moment
where they eclipse
and become as one.
Though it is only temporary
they keep chasing
till they get their infinity
where two become one.

*I hope we'll meet like an eclipse
Written: September 24. - 2014
 Jul 2015
Clindballe
Someday the moon will not shine at night and the sun won't rise

Someday my soul will leave this body and the remains will be dust

Someday I might rise with the sun and maybe I won't
Written: February 22. - 2015
 Jul 2015
Danielle Shorr
Dear thickness,
Dear bold flesh I call shelter of leg,
protection for this body I call home
Dear thighs.
You are more important than you think
more crucial than you've been told
more space than I know what to do with and
more vocal than most other girls' quiet but
your prominence is nothing to hide
your existence is not an apology ready to be given,
your presence does not want to be covered
the way you suffocate yourself into a pair of jeans is
a talent unlike any other
or on hot summer days when skin comes out to
kiss itself between your graces
leaving marks as evidence
what some would call chub rub,
I call magic,
an inability to resist touching,
Thighs.
You never let clothing,
or temperature,
or weather come between you
you are passionate lover,
the proud I always strive to be
the unapologetic beauty I wish was all of me
you maintain the confidence I have to dig for to find within myself
you have so much potential built into the many layers of thick
I cannot tell you enough how important it is
Some say you save lives and
I would have to agree
but still
I know that there have been times when I have neglected you
moments where I have been blind in acknowledging your worth
It is not an easy feat to love the parts of yourself we are taught from
such an early age to hate
magazines have always said be small while
you have always aimed for big
trends tell you to grow in when
all you've ever wanted is to grow out and
expand into a galaxy built of freckles and skin,
you are human as human as gets
I have made you into a warzone on more than
one occassion and for that I am sorry
I am sorry
for more than one reason
I am sorry that this world has twisted your greatness into embarrassment
I am sorry that people have tried to make an apology out of your density
I am sorry that we live in a society that keeps telling you to shrink
I am sorry for all of the times I have wanted you to.
It has taken me years to be thankful for your holy,
you are the answer to my every prayer for health
you are living proof of survival,
Thighs.

This is my proclamation of appreciation
This is my asking forgiveness
I never meant to make you feel anything but needed
Thighs.
you were not made to be thin
you were not meant to be shy
you were built to be the loudest voice in every room
head turning, eye catching, without remorse
you are never silent
even when I am
and for that,
I love you.
inspired by button poetry prompt #1: write a love letter to the body part you hate most
 Jul 2015
Alvira Perdita
Did you know what was happening?
Could you feel yourself flying through the air for the moment,
or did everything happen too fast for you to register?
Did you feel pain, or did your body convince you that there wasn't any?

God, how could this have happened?
A million memories stream through my head
Between two moments everything was fine, and then it wasn't
I'm so sorry
Lukas.
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