If she's easy just like
How she was easy Then what does that make you?
Earthlings live and lose
Standard human protocol No one is exempt
I wonder what the protocol on Pluto is
The one thing I hate
can't always live up to them but expected to anyways The one thing I despise But the other's desire for me to reach it *******, standards! You cause depression and anxiety Cause us to push too hard *******, standards! You cause panic and suicide Cause us to die too early You cause people to bully You cause unending sadness You cause me to cry out in pain Pain of disappointing people, Standards! Pain of losing love, Standards! Pain of losing me, Standards! This is what you cause! Stop throwing yourself upon me! Just stop, Standards! Just stop...
As a little girl she always knew
That she lacked something special Her own mother reminded her constantly And the lass is now a grown woman Adult experiences confirmed what was true That she was just ordinary and dull A woman with no it factor Invisible to all before and around her She's heard and hears stories of other women Who use their wiles on hungry men 'If only I had that gift I'd feed a hundred of them' Instead she's bypassed like she's not even there Old age is catching up to her now She may as well be thin air The only ones who see her are other women But never the men she dreams of Ordinary is boring and typical Nothing exciting about this creature She might as well be dead and buried Along with any hopes of truly being seen
i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away the curse that flowed around within no longer had to stay i huffed and could no longer feel if i was still alive and asked for beatings hard and real to help me then revive my face had blackened here and there i morphed into one dead i had no time to eat my hair had left my waning head in time i withered like a leaf as autumn did arrive and knew just by the weight of grief my corpse was still alive but one day as i sat in bed and found an empty pad i wrote the tale of my life's dread the mourning of the sad i cut the forms of letters there the pen unstopped had bled the curse into the morning air and i would live instead (C)2019, Christos Rigakos
grating leg bark
blinding and smooth my hair snow is ugly but my burning pierces your pupils i comply and i deceive make my mind up every night a different hue you must shine "you look stunning" yet i feel like a puzzle i slot my imperfections into the middle so he won't see me until he tastes me get teased until you pick up three-hundred degrees as YOU tease until you like who you see why can he be anything but i have to recalibrate before i can celebrate i will never reach my final form
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, What would i do If i loved me too?
It's a given to have a shot at your standard poem on valentines day.
No valentines for me this year, gotta start on some more self love first.
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<Insert Silent Sympathies Here> <Insert Spiraling Tenancies Here> (Wait...No. Not that.) <Delete Line> <Insert Self Doubt Here> <Insert Friends Here> [File Not Found] ::Comment:: What about me? <Insert Apology Here> <Insert Regret Here> <Insert Pain Here> <Insert Poem Here> <RvL>
It's crazy, it's new.
I'm dreaming of something more meaningful than fame. Questions pose as answers, I just disguise it very well. I'm tripping down the vine, think I've found my niche. This is a new sense, this is my two-cents, this is the best sentence I'll ever write. Detour, detour! I put this part in to convince you I'm not as mad as you might think 'cause what is mad today is standard tomorrow. Break formation, unlock the door. I am a 1 between 0's. Break the code, be truth in hoax. Shake off the chains, collect your remains. Reborn in the rain, something new is in my veins. Mad today, standard tomorrow. There is no alarm, don't fall asleep. Normal isn't normal when surrounded by a bunch of freaks. Flip the script. The curse is growing on you slowly, the spider's bite injects venom inside. Mad today, standard tomorrow. Memorize me. -