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highly recommended, highly nutritional, highly idealized, highly regarded, highly aware that my skin should be as tender as Jesus, a concoction of milkweed and baby's breathe, highly worthy of a man, high volume, high capacity, highly considering the recipes from God's kitchen, the smell of ***** and peppermint, highly bronzed and beautifully sick.
Khoi-San Jul 2018
I
pant at your sheer beauty
after the first sighting
in silence
I
crave and cradle your innocence
unnoticed
I
thirst to drink
from the source of your well
reluctantly
I
quiver a cowardice illusion
of the first move
from an awry smile of ignorance
I
steal your beauty and shred
Your body to pieces
unreachable you are torn from
a
silhouette desire
in
a damaged Magazine
Mind over matter ? Matter over mind
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
I turn the pages of this magazine,
Ah, a "Family Circle" to be seen,
Perfect pictures, like beauty queens,
Is there a real family like the magazines?
Every one I know has some dysfunction,
Twisted nuclear folk, crossing at junctions,
Is this magazine fact or fictional?"
All I think is, "Glossy dysfunctional"........
Feedback welcome.
SassyJ Mar 2016
A ***** drills inside my core
It nags, graps, pans, the hands
They knot in spins and twists

My crux left at the river side
Breathing,gasping fast, faster
Body out in the open rawness

Persisting resistance of the force
An outward shield winning
Winged left,right, up, down

Another day, a greater pace
A passive taste, ranting in haste
In bricks *****, all I taste is hate

All walking in dead silence
Heads shouting with dreams
A roll of sweet and sour sate

Echoes of taxes and budgets
How will they evolve us?
Snatching more from pockets

The rockets burst to mock us
Pulling our all to fund them
Nuclear bombs creating tombs

Distribution of lies and wars
Missiles disposing as lyrics
An objectification of reason

Figure brushes on magazines
Incisions of bits and **** hoots
To boost of the hot posed ***

No truth is scaffolded as real
A psychological brainwash
Pollutes and limits indefinately
Human interactions can leave one vulnerable and emotionally drained. How much are we socially indoctrinated?
The revolving dreams of the social structure and institution!!!
we used to find security
in blankets
acceptance
in our mothers arms
love
when daddy wiped away our tears
stories
on our grandmothers hands

and now we have insecurity
masked by money and clothes
we’re not accepted unless we have
a following, a brand
we’re told to love is to be weak
and what stories?
all I see is plastic in place of wrinkles
Vamika Sinha Apr 2015
I like to do those quizzes
in glossy bubbles that you
find
in Cosmopolitan and
Elle and
Seventeen.

Which girl should I be?

Should I
dump paper flowers
on my milkmaid braid?
Long skirts, long chains, and
Beatles on my radio
during their ‘Indian’ phase?

Should I
paint it all
black, strip life down to
a *******,
blare punk at full
scream,
and cram my toes in ratty Docs,
smash all emotion
into smithereens?

Should I
sugar-coat my mouth with
Maybelline, button up
collars, laughs, opinions,
read books on behaving
just like a
daydream,
sip teas, bake cookies, aim for
Ivy Leagues?

Which gilded box do I crawl
into?
Which skin to don
this week?
Which fashion editor-friendly
stereotype to fulfil?

Which girl should I be?
Brent Kincaid Apr 2015
Waiting my turn to pay
For the items we need today;
The beans and the chili
And some picklelilli
And costly imported pate.

A headline that says glaringly
What some starlet does daringly.
What I see before my eyes
A big edition full of lies
They put here to tempt me daringly.

Where childbirth oddities
Are viewed as commodities
To put onto the front page
Soon, to become all the rage.
And two headed goats
Get the kind of public note
That should be reserved
For something more deserved.

We all know these stories
Are anecdotal glories
Made up by the magazines;
The tawdriest ever seen
And they don’t mind getting gory.
It’s yellow journalism
A sort of print format ****
Intended for the kind of fool
Who never finished school
And falls for jingoism.

Where childbirth oddities
Are views as commodities
To put onto the front page
Soon, to become all the rage.
And two headed goats
Get the kind of public note
That should be reserved
For something more deserved.

Brent Kincaid
4/18/2015
Maria Klara Apr 2015
NOTICE THE POEMS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.
THEY'RE NOT JUST FLOATING AROUND LIKE CLOUDS.
READ THE **** VERSES, IT'S NOT LIKE THEY ****;
BUT IGNORE THEM AND MAYBE IT'S I WHO WILL.

POEMS, I TELL YOU, ARE NOT WASTES OF PRINT,
NOT JUST MANDATED CIRCULATION HINT.
DON'T DARE FLIP THE PAGE WITHOUT LOOKING TWICE.
I TRIED TO WRITE THIS ONE WHILE BEING NICE.

POEMS ARE GROOVY AS ANYTHING ELSE.
I WON'T LET THEM GO DOWN INTO SEVEN HELLS.
READ THESE WORDS, MAYBE, YOU'LL PICK SOMETHING UP.
SOMETHING TO FILL MINDS LIKE LAME EMPTY CUPS.

MAYBE YOU'LL THINK THAT THE RHYMES ARE BORING,
BUT I DISAGREE. HAVE YOU EVER READ GORING?
TRY TO READ OTHER THAT SPORTS OR DULL ADS
IN NEWSPAPERS, MAGAZINES, PUBLICATION FADS.

WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO CAPTURE YOUR BORED EYES...
MAYBE THESE ALL CAPS OF UNCOMMON SIGHS?
DO NOT BYPASS POEMS, THEY'RE NOT ALL SAD ****.
MAYBE YOU'LL FIND YOU SOME HUMOROUS WIT!

READ THE HERE POEMS, I MIGHT NOW SAY PLEASE.
GIVE THE SATISFACTION, THE AUTHOR APPEASE.
****, IF NO ONE READS, TO DEATH NOW WITH WRITING!
GOODBYE TO THE PURPOSE OF *PUBLICIZING.
Alright, so it possibly isn't clear that I was probably mad. I am aware it sounded redundant but it is true. I have had a history of poems rejected for the school paper, even then, I'm bothered by how poems are somewhat the least noticed in any publication. That's just my opinion. No one seems to read them. I'd like to know what my fellow poets think.
Hannah Holliday Aug 2014
***** are not ******
They are meant to give a baby it's milk
Not make some ***** man hard
They shouldn't be plastered in magazines
The women's body is a work of art
it should be treated like one.

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