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Aliyah Sep 2014
This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
Pulling at the blankets to keep them warm,
Drenched in sins of deprecation.
Tossing and turning on their twin size beds,
because there is not enough room to fit expectations,
let alone their own.
This is for the girls who stare at themselves in front of their mirrors,
Pinching at the extra layers of skin that hang around their tummies.
Rolls of "fat" as they call it, I prefer the term "beauty."
This is for the girls who have shoulders are backs plastered in scars.
From the bras that were one cup size to small, overly adjusted and tightened straps.
This is for the girls who fall prey to the fallacies of magazine stands,
captivated by the cold letters bleeding off the covers:
"Three hundred, sixty-five ways to style your hair!"
"How to get the perfect ****!"
"Turn off the lights to look good naked!"
"How to make him love you!"
Pull apart the flesh, look beneath your skin,
you are not defined by the number of eyes that manifest lust towards you,
you are not the hands that plead to saunter their way toward your hips,
You are not the number of inches that space out your thighs.
Or the visibility of muscle that line up on your stomach.
You do not need to look good naked,
don't turn off the lights.
Your **** looks fine
Stop falling victim to the media
To the photo shopped ads of puppets who look nothing like you
Because your real
and if you want a man to love you, he must learn to accept you
with your extra flaws, our scars, and rolls of fat.
Because that sack of bones known as a model on a Cosmopolitan cover will not keep him warm.
It is inscribed in the atoms that make you a person
you are a three dimensional beautiful masterpiece
you are not a computerized pixelated image
reshaped and resized retouched and revised
stop letting society dehumanize a woman
your a woman
all the fury to slither through you limbs until you shake with and anger and purpose, acknowledge the value of your worth for you are more that just a waste of paper and space, you are space, you are human, your alive, and beautiful
David Rusiecki Aug 2014
Poems don't always have to Rhyme
Hell, I see un-rhyming poems all the time!
Poems about food, nature and love
Poems about family, and the stars above
A poem doesn't need to have rhythm
For the feels to be put in em'
They just must be beautiful, to enter your soul
Put your mind at peace, make you feel whole

****...  this is kind of ironic.
STILL has a message AND comedic appeal.  You can thank me
Dougie Simps Aug 2014
Love* is our Achillesheel and when it's lost we fall hard
Passion are our lips and without feeling there's nothing there
Pride are our hands and without reaching out we feel the same
Happiness is our eyes and without wide lenses nothing changes
Creation are our feet, when we decide to walk another direction, we make a new path
Determination are our hearts, the thrill of attempts help make our pulse beat fast
Build on your mind. Allow your thoughts to make a new craft
As your moments don't last
But memory last forever
Friends come and go, family should stay and he or she is unpredictable
Life is yourself, and only you...you, can make it better.
-Dougie Simps
It only means what you think
just a girl Aug 2014
i don't care
if you like me or not
i don't care
if you look better than me
i don't care
if you are prettier than me
i don't care
how many friends you have...
cause i bet they wouldn't stick up for you if you were in need


**(c.m.h)
Syreena Phelps Jul 2014
It is a fact
Fire kills itself
It devours its only life source
It commit suicide with stealth

A life of a fire is short and full of pain
Heat rises as she quickly does her job of light
Burning everything in her path
Leaving nothing behind she can bite

Her soul is bright
Her death is keen
For as she dies
It's the purest you've ever seen

Strong in the day
Beautiful at night
A fire's magic
Pain plain in sight
Joseph Schneider Jul 2014
Dissected brilliance
Admissible propositions
Sculpted resilience
Destructing predispositions

Initiates our purpose immensely
Criticism gives it's crucial effect
For the better, accordingly
It's for us to detect

Why? we ask throughout
Our incompetent delusion
Through our endless bout
Here, take your conclusion

"Why" is a sensational question
Dissects mind's interest
Releases its compression
Yet we remain among the belligerent

This answer prolongs
Through your eyes only
In our hearts it belongs
Don't persevere your phony
Bring back your trophy

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Brilliance lives in us all. It's up to us to find it. Don't get down on yourself if you aren't good at what you weren't meant to do.

"Everybody is a Genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
KA Jul 2014
The first time I saw her she wore these perfect boots.

They were brown and expensive. This beautiful woman was perfectly coiffed.

Her smile was tight and it wanted to break through her lips...
she wouldn't let it be real.

Her mother told her, " Honey you need to relax and wear something else"

She wore these expensive boots and this tight smile, I wanted to love her. She was pretty and had money.  She thought she was smart and liberal, but she was smug and small.  

Beautiful woman.

I wanted to love her ...but I didn't even like her.


KT
July 18, 2014
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