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I bathe in the cashmere moonlight The daylight fears what it does to me My skin bouncing off in all direction to match its glory- No! I will stay here under the worship of so many stars. I start my day at dusk So as not to startle the humans. My body, to me, has all the mouth-watering intensity Of a bran muffin I no longer lust after myself I no longer lust in general There are only dark fleeting moments of contentment As I shovel pasta into my temple- My body is a Burger King deluxe. There are no arches that I’m proud of. And how did it get like this I used to love what I am And now My body lies over a sea of ketchup. I don’t even eat the tomato-y stuff But I feel like I’m drowning in condiments I bathe in cashmere moonlight I take showers with my candles I filter my image with steamed mirrors And again I am the goddess I remember. My curves are smooth, my skin glows and my eyes have a hollow hallo of light to them. This is what light skinned Barbies look like What uncle sam expects of me- In a steamed mirror I Am a patriot for beauty. In the sunlight I Am a martyr for tuna sandwiches with 3 kinds of mustard.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
Sometime i forget who i am and this is who remains.
I bathe in the cashmere moonlight The daylight fears what it does to me My skin bouncing off in all direction to match its glory- No! I will stay here under the worship of so many stars. I start my day at dusk So as not to startle the humans. My body, to me, has all the mouth-watering intensity Of a bran muffin I no longer lust after myself I no longer lust in general There are only dark fleeting moments of contentment As I shovel pasta into my temple- My body is a Burger King deluxe. There are no arches that I’m proud of. And how did it get like this I used to love what I am And now My body lies over a sea of ketchup. I don’t even eat the tomato-y stuff But I feel like I’m drowning in condiments I bathe in cashmere moonlight I take showers with my candles I filter my image with steamed mirrors And again I am the goddess I remember. My curves are smooth, my skin glows and my eyes have a hollow hallo of light to them. This is what light skinned Barbies look like What uncle sam expects of me- In a steamed mirror I Am a patriot for beauty. In the sunlight I Am a martyr for tuna sandwiches with 3 kinds of mustard.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
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