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Sara Kellie May 26
It's not a competition,
It feels like its a game.
The paths we are all walking,
I believe are all the same.

I'm sure you'll get there sooner,
and this is how it feels.
That's because I do insist
I walk my path in heels.

Kaydee.
Dream Mar 29
And a year later,

I wear the same heels,

But feel taller.
onlylovepoetry Jul 2017
did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga

some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones

I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now

I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man

I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how

I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying

You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...
inspired by C.A.

7/3/17 S.I. noon
If you're what I have
I'm going to be the one to raise your calves
High heels dropping off
I made a landing on you and I'm here to stay
There's no running away
Just the same feeling after we've sensually peaked
Making our dissatisfaction weak
With the world and our issues
Loyalty is rare
Everyone just wants to be bare
With nothing else
I like the action
But it's pointless without the emotional connection
My desires always comes second
That's a huge rule
Many of us miss
Just Maria Jun 2018
Out of wearing her shoes, Kaylee gets so much pleasure
They're like her gold and glittery treasure
I hear the sound of her heels as she walks down the hall
I think they're about two or three inches tall

I ask to see her shoes and she sticks out her foot
I give her a compliment and say that their cute
She thanks me with a smile on her face
Then puts her foot down with a sweet kind of grace

I must confess that  I've admired
How she walks in those shoes all day without getting tired
There is no doubt, I've come to see
That those shoes were made for my friend kaylee
This poem was written for my friend Kaylee who has these gold glitter shoes. I was admiring them the other day and she asked me if I could come up with a poem for them. This is the end result
amber Apr 2018
I wish I could have captured,
Your feelings,
The way I snap pictures,
And eternalize moments.
LNI Apr 2018
With loathe and resentment
I wish for contentment
But there ain't too much of a thrill
When my emptiness cannot be filled.

With pills and black heels
I'm paying my bills
But my emotional debt
as you bet, I tend to neglect.

Yes, I acknowledge
it has gotten to be a bit of a pleasure
feeling so much displeasure

But ****** has mothered me so much
And now I am mesmerized by her soft touch

And people ask WHY
But don't they know that I swore to die?

I need sleep,
But Morpheus must be a Scorpius
As he is my star, my king
with his burning sting

I don't mind
If I've become blind
As I've already survived from that tainted spring
where Tiresias got his mortal drink

And maybe
I'll transform myself into a man for seven years
Penanced to **** sacred deers
But my ******* are blessed
to cut them off my chest

How could I eradicate myself?
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KM Hanslik Apr 2018
Sometimes I need to remind myself
that this all comes in
phases, need to stop carving
words into stone and start
to see how they feel between my teeth instead.
Sometimes I try to remember how the universe dances
to the song of whoever pulls hardest, and I
am in an endless tug-o-war with myself, I'll be
cutting up old contracts before the month is out
mailing you the damage report and wondering
how this all fits together.
I can't wrestle this beast forever; I tell myself
that I'm going to hang up my hat, I tell myself
this is all predetermined just to
make the pill slide down a bit easier.
I think I need to stop weighing the options and start
casting stones blindly, because
someone is always going to pick up a brush and paint me
in a way that I dislike
(usually that person is me)
So maybe I'll write up new laws that salvage
what this world is becoming, maybe I'll put
these fears in the hands of timing or signs just to forget
for a little while, just to breathe
a bit easier for a moment.
Chaos chases
our heels in the form of everything
that we try to disguise, so I'll put away the scissors and trust
everything fleeting to keep me company tonight.
Tomorrow I'll find the envelope marked
"return to sender", and realize a second chance at
un-learning my cynicism and the things that I constantly throw against
the wall.
I want these thoughts to bleed into
fate,
I'm tired of her leaving the line
silent.
Dess Ander Apr 2018
She strutted on the street
with heels the colour of blood
that came from broken hearts
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