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"... had an early lunch."
"... already ate... not hungry."
My daily white lies.

One hundred pounds. Most
Teenage girls' dream size, but the
Weight of my nightmares.

"... eating disorder..."
The last words I hear before
My head hits the ground.

I don't even feel
it anymore. My body
Got used to starving.

A penny for each
Meal I've thrown out could buy me
Another water.

Work out until your
Size is small as your daily
Calorie intake.

"You're far too skinny"
They don't see the fat girl that
Lives in my mirror.

- p. winter
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Lora Lee
Come to me.
             your inscribed
                slashes of verse
                branded upon
             the juice of
           my tongue
     a specter
    of the ultimate gift
      as we allow
         the magic
              to rise
               and peel off in
         swathed, aching
         layers,
                undone
Each stratum of
  dermis shed
       is a prayer for
         our succulent
                     redemption
                        Each shadow of
                          silky cuttlefish caress
                   a plea for sanctity
            or perhaps simply
            being loved
        into a frenzy
        of sanity
            healing in waves
                    of electric eyes
                          You open me
                    like a holy book
              and I am suddenly
                  filled with light
           as you unlock
the blessings
from my spinal fluid
and I am a priestess
  on her altar
       arms raised,
         love braised
              into slick-lit wonder
               a spiral cone rising from
                            ground to crown
                 chakric palette pulsating
            phosphorescent ripples
on deep-sea creatures
Your ubiety
       slakes my naked,
            somatic anatomy
                   a mere shelter
                          for our souls    
                       a working
       of muscle and skin
    with heart strings pumping
                    the essence within
                     Our brainwaves
                                    sizzle in
                         glandular fire
                        as pheromones
                       envelope us
                   like incense
This goes far beyond the
wet cuntflush of desire
beyond the embellishment
of moistened sword
  It is the sacred dance
         of souls that merge
            before even touching
                      pre-verbal animal
                   first light of mankind
                          in ancient swells
                                 of earth that
                           rise like sparks
                the constellations
           of firework chimes
       in arcs of
chiseled
         dark
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLwJbfT05KM

Thanks to the poet who gave me this music choice! LOVE it.
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Autumn Rose
He was
from the sky
and she was
from the sea.
He carried wings
of angels
in his hands,
lifting her up
in the air
everytime she
held him.
She carried an ocean
of secret love
in her eyes,
drowning him
everytime he
casted a glance
at her.
Although they
knew it
was impossible,
The water, the sky,
nothing
could seperate them.
Because they
knew it was real...
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Autumn Rose
At night
when the lake
becomes a mirror,
I look over to witness
the reflection of the stars

**... Just so you can see me for one last time ...
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Donna
Quiet flowers rest
In garden full of angels
Squirrels play on trees
 Jul 2017 spartan73
lost girl
Lost
 Jul 2017 spartan73
lost girl
I've been having a hard time lately
I'm sorry about that baby.
I close my eyes
And thoughts of what would have been flows by.
I squeeze my eyes to keep from crying.
I've been doing that a lot lately.
I just haven't been the same since I lost the baby.


(a.d)
Not about me.
The woman had legs.
The room gasped when she entered.
The woman had hair.
Red curls past her shoulder.
Lips, eyes, and skin too.
The woman had assets.

But she was not mine, nor any others.
Jesus Christ her body...

But I have my priorities straight.
Tonight was perfect.
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Traveler
It doesn't matter
What you do
Some dogs
Are prone
To sing the blues
Drearily howling
Slobbery drools
*** sniffing
Hairy and smelly too
Yet somehow
They keep their cool
After all
What's a dog to do?

Woofin at the neighbors
Chasing down the squirrels
Peeing on the lawn gnomes
Looking for referrals
Chowing down on kibble bits
Hey, it's just a doggy gig
Playing Frisbee in the yard
And catch, with sticks, not twigs
I wish that I could have his life
The fun would never end
'Cept for that part with knives
No *****, to call my friends
..............................................
Stick Man and the Clock Eyed Skull
BY
TT
&
TP
No need to say for our circle of HP friends
But ya I wrote the first stanza!
 Jul 2017 spartan73
Mane Omsy
There was many ways to say sorry
But you didn't
You looked at me like I was so lost
But I'm not
At least for now
It's something natural
You wouldn't know
You aren't familiar with melted hearts
You were busy paving your way up
I can't believe I'm still mentioning you
Just to get over you
I wish I'd have another chance
For at least
I could try to purify your blood
I'd try if you'd come back my love.
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