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Secret-Author Aug 2016
No.

The thoughts in my head
                            And the tingle of my skin
                                                     Do not belong to you

No.

My feet do not follow
                            The commands of your voice
                                                       Or the desires you express to me

No.

The words that leave your mouth
                                    Do not belong to me
                                                      Only I belong to me

No.

I do not mean that
              No matter how much you tell me
                                    That you know what I mean

No.

In a world that tells me
                             That I am wrong
                                              I will not stop telling myself
                                                          ­               *Just how right I am.
Lilah Gran Aug 2016
If I was lucky, some people would make up stories like I had a crush on him and He had a crush on me and We lived happily ever after.

But we all know that's not going to happen.

So I'm just going to crush the butterflies. **** them before they **** me.

Because let's be real,
He'll forget about me.
And I'll forget about him.

And I'll go on with my life,
Dragging down a list (+1) of men that happened to walk by.
MindInTheClouds Aug 2016
We have always been under the boot of men,
Giving them support till the end.

Even if we are treated like rugs,
We smile and hide our emotions in hugs.

We were raised in a world of cultural bias,
Leaving men with the highest.

Our voice is soft to calm and please,
But men are the hardest to appease.

We act unsure and not too bold,
Though men are blunt and can be cold.

Women can work above the rest,
yet men are still considered the best.

A man with women on his arms,
It's a compliment and does not harm.

She, the one at his side,
A *****, a crook along for the ride.

Women can stand as tall as men,
But are always pushed down or made to bend.

This plight, this fight must end soon,
for it will bring our unfortunate doom.

This balance is unjust and unfair,
So women, lets make them care.
Gabe Calvert Aug 2016
I have never seen
nor in the stars
or every other sheen
anything more tempting
than the commissures of the lips
of the sorrowful men.

And it's so splendid
seeing them smile
even though
they have nothing in their life.
Poetictunes Aug 2016
Black is the color of my true love.
Black is his voice.
Black is his face.
Black is his hair.

Black is the fullness of his lips.
Black is the roundness of his nose.
Black is the posture of his pose.

My true love is the color of black.
His strong back and arms.
His never give up or in attitude.

To him my soul belongs.
His love is mine.
And my love is his.

My true love is the color of black.
I was inspired to write this poem because of Rhiannon Giddens. She is one of my favorite singers of all time. This poem is a version of her song "Black is the Color".
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
Gathering the bits and pieces of your heart as it fell in my lap was admittedly the most precious love I bathed in.

Sweet baby, I am trying to gather my thoughts as I bathe in everything we are; and I admit that these run on sentences I find myself lost in symbolize the ocean we keep drowning in; magically.

& while some would suggest a life jacket, I am happy to bathe here because I am confident you will always gather me as soon as I start to fall apart which makes it easy to admit I would come back love you in another lifetime; unapologetically.
Jazmine Moore Aug 2016
I think it is the
ambiguity lying
behind my eyes
mixed with the
honey lingering
after every kiss
that leaves you
trapped inside of
my universe.
-irresistible
Ariel Aug 2016
A nymphet,

A fruit never to be tasted

Forbidden.

And sadden it would be wasted.

Stollen

Never asking but demanded.

Ravished

A desire never to be sated.

a youth wasted,because we never waited.

The weight I bear it well.

Tempting the fates

I dreaded hell.

Our death awaits.

Dipped to deep in her spell.
Stop Romanizing ****** the man is a ***** ******* there is no love in ****.
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