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Rachel Sterling Sep 2015
" I just felt the need to tell you
you're beautiful."
Why did you feel that need?
Do I strike you as someone who doesn't know,
who isn't told often,
who is looking for your attention?
Did you need to force me to pay attention to your energy?
Did I invite your attention by entering your visual space?
Was I asking for it?

"Your boyfriend,
you probably have one of those,
is a very lucky man.
You're gorgeous."
Is that so?
I don't have one.
Haven't in years.
Why didn't you ask my name
my occupation
my dreams?

"You're very attractive.
You probably have a great man in your life."
I don't.
No man.
Great or otherwise.
If I were ugly would I be less deserving of great?
What would you say makes a great man?
How do you know I belong with one?

"You're very lucky to be here with her.
She's the cutest girl in the room."
I am not his property.
You sound like you're offering a compliment on his dog.
I am not a dog or a thing to be complimented.
Did he groom me this way?
Have you even heard me speak?

I am not the summation of my experiences with men.
I am not the totality of my beauty or outward traits.
I am not property
I am not a token
I am not a symbol of worth.

I am a woman
with a voice
talents
feelings
wants
needs

I am a full life.
I am a woman.
bee Aug 2015
don’t say it if you don’t mean it
because i won’t forget
i won’t forget like the
sidewalk forgets about the chalk
after it rains
i’ll remember
because as stoic
as cold as i
may seem
even though it’s easy for you
i can’t let it all go
i can’t forget watching the sunset
fade knowing exactly what time it
is by the shadows cast on your walls
or the day that you caught a glimpse
of the fire in my eyes,
starting a darting tango
a dynamic duo
two fires burning twice as bright
forest fire girl
burning down everything
built around her but
sure putting on one hell of a show
keep coming back on the odd day
that you miss me
it gets harder to find me each time
slow dancing in a burning room
maybe we weren’t meant to be
as this only burns things faster
the day you leave the rivers flood
but i cover the drunken riverbeds
in ashes just the way you left me
and it is quiet
you’ll come back, you always do
every breath is black
living in frozen, wasted fragments
our love is red
& you’re back
i am raw cracked and new
each time you touch me the
ferris wheel of my heart spins
and all of the seats don’t feel
so **** empty any more
you’ll leave and come back
and still
each touch is a violin string
plucked, a new instrument
in our orchestra
a new weapon in our war
burning bridges from who
i am to who you want me
to be
our love is red
but it would be a sin
to break tradition
you used to say I was your
favorite color
just shy of auburn
but as i burn,
i realize i am just shy of a
lot of things, somehow
dodging the love I lust
for the most
& you realized that just
like shy of auburn, the
color red wasn’t for you
no one wants the lonely girl
forest fire girl
the mess just small enough
to ignore
to sweep under the rug of ashes
& messes before
because like i said, i don’t forget
i’m an old habit & didn’t you
always say that old habits
die hard?

maybe it’s time to taste the sea
moss Aug 2015
she felt a connection with the moon
because it was like her in so many ways

it too illuminated the darkness
but was merely a reflection

it too was surrounded by emptiness
but was not completely alone

it too was full of craters and crevices
but still remained full
RH 78 Aug 2015
I was watching the moon on a midsummer night. It turned fire red and It gave me a fright.

I was listening to a river in the middle of the winter. It washed up a stump which gave me a splinter.

I could feel the sun on a spring afternoon. I took a deep breath and thought about the moon.

The moon was scary and the moon made me shiver but it didn't inflict pain like the splinter from the river.

I was watching the moon on a midwinter night. A shadow cast across it and disappeared from my sight.
The full moon in all its glory
A beam of light, an epic story
The moon was once a piece of rock
Useless to the universe, a massive shock
When the bang made this tiny specimen
A wondrous beauty, a well learnt lesson

The earth praised this magnificent candlelight
The moon created waves as a gift, a glorious sight
The flat, unmoving waters, now an unending dance
Humans caught by its splendour in a delightful trance
Blinded by its unyielding power
The moon did not stop, flooding to devour

The Gods took away the moons full beauty
Leaving upon it, a terrible duty
The moon full for only three days, only to wait
A fortnight again to be whole, it was abate
It is a truth known; only the weak minded lose to shame
To see innocence turn evil by power, a wicked game

Power is given to those who are worthy
Worthy are those who control power and show mercy.
MsAmendable Jul 2015
Tin can busses fill rapidly,
Stop.
And bleed like tuna.
This cane to me on a bus where people were all elbow deep in someone else.... Pretty weird but why not write it down?
Julia Elise Jun 2015
Poisonous sweet
Painful.
Losing sight.
Pitiful.
Rickety bridge.
Careful.
Lovely meadow.
Blissful.
Got sunshine.
Pocketful.
Work hard.
Successful.
Kind person.
Respectful.
Bright light.
Beautiful.
First kiss.
Bashful.
Thank you.
Grateful.
Back stab.
Hurtful.
Good day.
Joyful.
Very ful words.
Skaidrum May 2015
This full-metal house is both
my                              home    &
my                               coffin.

Watch me bury something of
mine                            in    the
depths                              of
                         ­           Neptune.

I call those things my problems.
.
3 a.m. thoughts.

© Copywrited.
I don't need money
I've got friends
And that is all I need
My life is full
Of things I love
I've got everything I need

Money can't buy happiness
At least that's what they say
I don't know, I've never tried it
So, I won't argue today
I've all I need,
Not all I want
But, things will come in time
There's those who covet everything
Including what is mine

My life is full
I have my love
My wife, my friend
We share what we have equally
And we will until our end
Contentment fills my life with joy
I am happy with my lot
I've learned to live with what I have
And accept what I have not

My life is full of laughter
I'm fine...can you not tell
I've friends and love of family
No money...just as well
SJ Apr 2015
It starts with a pinch and an itch,
Between your shoulder blades,
Trickling down your spine like a bead of sweat.
You groan hot and heavy,
Doubling over in pain clutching at your stomach,
And you have this urge....

Your canines enlarge,
Further sharpening.
The hairs on your arms bristle.
Standing on end when you hear the first tear of skin,
At the base of your spine.
And it splinters your mind.

A wine high pitched and wanting,
A gasp as your hair thickens.
A pelt of fur to keep you warm,
There is pain between your eyes,
Your jaw stretches inhuman and ugly.

Legs snap and your squatting on the floor,
Arms pulled close at the elbow,
Back hunched over.
Dirt digs under your fingernails turned claws,
As you grip the steady earth for purchase.
You feel your heart beating against your shifting ribs.
Strong,
Fast,
And aching.

Lungs constrict and your eyes fly open.
Blinded by the ethereal light of the full moon.
You cry out,
Human voice bellows loud, loud, loud!
The beast sings in your ear.
A roar,
A howl.
The transformation done.
We are free.
Some times a want to shed my skin for a pelt of fur...
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