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sunprincess Nov 2017
Doesn't matter who you are, your race
or nationality, you are beautiful
Please never believe they are better
God made you an original beauty
and God made you so very special
Something I wish I could say to everyone
who has no confidence in theirself
No race is superior to any other
You are beautiful
This doodling Yankee (boot noah dandy)
doth newt lack chutzpah,
tries to finagle Fitbit fitting figurative footwear,
that ideally Fitzhugh
like custom made glove snugly,
terrifically, unequivocally matching,
thence handily solving Finger hut issue,
when or if arctic blasts cold
doggedly enveloped Gaea,
whence  humans analogously held hostage
linkedin among fellow Earthlings freezing,
frost bitten, gangrenous hominids
scurrying haphazardly searching vainly
from shelter ring sky (with mother's little helper)
each primate scrambling

(as unrepentant, recalcitrant outlier)
once (what seems millenniums ago) livingsocial
jackknifed habitat fractured,
essentially damning Crispr bungled ambition
grist for raconteur spewing sought aide
telling tales amidst the mill by  Ponderosa Pine
drawing a crowd of curious onlookers,
who forewent idling away time structured existence,
thus, nary a clock watcher weathering whims
as mother nature doth channel
capriciously, felicitously,

and indubitably stripped away
bow ring pastime asper watching paint dry
now tis each man, woman and child to
(seeketh dale and hill) to duff fend themselves
whereat mortality will steal immoral majority linkedin
encapsulated, housed, kindled
within luxurious faux existence
capitalistic dreams engendered existence fleeced
devoid of featherbed,

indeed mollycoddled memories
yanked wherein current rank and file
endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors
scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin **** sapiens

bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless imps against pearl jam killers
who do not shrink from ethically principled,

but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles,
gruesome harmful indiscretions
sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity
ousting the  omnipresently
(well nigh since time immemorial
virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph
residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA
foisting gabled, heralded, instilled,

justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto
lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately
embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals
no more patent leather shoes reflecting up
nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame
via feathered cap made of macaroni
thus such jingoistic, holistic,
fabric ripped retroactively
ramping atavistic simian base,
thus leveling the playing field.
ashlee layne Jul 2017
"but i don't see you how
the rest of the world sees you,"
he said as the tears fell from her eyes.
"...and it's a **** shame that the world took such a beautiful girl
and broke her down the way that it did."
she opened her eyes
and asked him,
"how do you see me
if not through the same eyes as everyone else?"
to which he replied,
"i saw your soul before i saw your skin...

...and so suddenly my idea of beauty became much different."
ashlee layne Sep 2017
You've changed.
I don't have room to say that, do I?
I know I've changed too.
But there's a difference in changing for the better and for the worse,
and you, my friend, have chosen the latter.
If it's not in the way you move, it's in the way you speak.
It's in the way your heart has taken to another form- one less affectionate than before.

Who did this to you?
Was it me?

You used to light candles in darkness, but now you blow them all out. One by one. I wonder how it makes you feel.
One of those candles resides inside of me, you know.
Do you dare to blow it out?
Maybe my light will burn your lips before you can even gather the breath in your lungs to expel the force that brings death to my flame. Maybe you'll feel the pain as it is inflicted against your body and you'll think to yourself;

"I've changed."

Maybe one day that self realization will hit you. And maybe that will be the day that you realize;

You were wrong.
Jamie Rose Sep 2017
As I go through life I discover that nothing I have ever done is original
That's not necessarily bad but it is a little heartbreaking
I've always wanted to be special, different, important
I'm just like everyone else though
When I was younger, even now, people don't know me for me
They know me for my family
I wanted to be known for myself
I'm growing to realize that doesn't even matter
The opinions I should really value are okay with my lack of originality and love me all the same
Sarah Elizabeth Sep 2017
She
Refuses to comprehend
How he
can misunderstand
Misread
Maybe he was misled by her signals
But he
Has gone too far
Too far
She supposes, to him, means too far to stop
Too far to take his hands off
Her top
Once on her now lays on the cold ground
If you look closely, you just might find her dignity lying next to it
Her shorts
Lost underneath the covers
Just like her muffled objections
Her bra
Is unhooked
By the hands that used to comfort her
The same hands
Have become a merciless vice
Locked around her, with no key to undo them but his own will
Her lips
Are smothered by his own
Every kiss a death sentence silencing every sentence she tries to speak
The only sound to be heard are the cries of her limbs
Screaming to get away from him
But they
Are never heard
Their words falling on deaf ears as he pushes her to the breaking point
until the word "no" stops filling her lungs until the word "stop" no longer passes her lips
until the word "please" is taken as a yes, and not as a plead for help
She could use some help
As she lies there wondering how she got in this situation in the first place
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