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Role models Sometimes can we not overpraise them? They’re just some people who may have their own past Could we not sinfully compare? Islam is Perfect
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May 14
May 14, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
Role Model
How could such evilness be so close To the Kindest heart I’ve ever known How could the woman Who embraced others In their sorrow Host the demon that has grown I am beginning to understand Time and unexpected events Overtake them all I refuse she has been overtaken I am beginning to understand Inside and out No one is better Because humans have been forsaken
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May 3
May 3, 2026 at 9:36 PM UTC
Evelyn has breast cancer
Obsession. feels like a drug bleeding into my veins close my eyes— lights still flash behind, savour the high. strobe lights headshots body shots line the dark walls, canvas film paper i’m everywhere. everywhere but here.. Addiction. stuck. waiting for the next high. applause like static rings through my skull but I chase it or it chases me I can’t tell anymore Admiration. I smile at them. Cameras flash. They like me like this. I don’t know them, yet they call me pretty. I laugh at jokes I don’t hear while the lyrics loop in my head— “I’m on my way to heaven”
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
One of them
Her Imagined Perspective He watches me like I’m myth— not just beauty, but omen. I feel it in the hush between shutter clicks, in the way his questions circle my edges but never land. I notice him. Of course I do. His silence is louder than the flash. But I’ve worn this armor too long— lace and leather, dark lips and darker thoughts. They keep me safe, keep me distant, keep me whole. Still, when he speaks in riddles, when his words brush my skin without touching, I wonder— what if I let go? What if I let him see the girl beneath the gothic? The one who wants to be wanted without being claimed.
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
The Gaze Behind the Lace
I. Lain down, unconcealed toward the window shoulder to hip -- a shadowy cursive perhaps penumbra II. Seated, face in utter profile standing, sorting laundry washing dishes, guarding the radiator III. Hair eschewed in conjugated waters double-exposed roots and foliage -- wisps of sugarland in subtext their dark net cast over a pearly bright sea discovery left to the imagination
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
When Eleanor Posed ****
The most beautiful humans struck by young fame graced and haunted by societies expectations. Not too fat, but not too skinny, Not so flat and always pretty. Are they mannequins in motion? or people— the industry doesn’t know They throw sticks and stones turning them to skin and bones Their tears could drown cities— full of hunger and pain— but they stay silent. Because they must. “You must be seen, and not heard.” Just walk now, and look pretty. Goddesses bound by heels bleeding behind blush .. They are told to glow now but one day they’ll burn
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
Models
from the sunrise she had no qualms in standing undressed amid the tall grass, picking cardinals and mystique lotus to place in her flower basket; a large brim hat, the gold necklace, and a serene smile is all that she wore each day along the brook as the master of the house took to work in paints. she always felt immaculate fun being this exposed to him. "why me, and not a true model?" she sometimes asked. "because none of them are you," was his simple answer.
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Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
Morning Glory
No screams today, Missed calls from the void. My organs sleep, Still in place. I walked dark streets Last night, But happy. So today I hug These knees, Dislocated shoulders. Today I love you.
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
Dimly lit houses
She was fairytale pretty in a sky blue chiffon bare footed and soul on display both deep blue sea and wild young day She gazed at you with inquisitive but never said a word leaving it to your own heart to read the lines unwritten in the pale beauty of her lips She seems painted there a portrait of intensities on the hardwood floor where sunlight carves its path across it's worn wooden heart She is forever there in sunlight
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Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 3:15 PM UTC
gazed at you with inquisitive
~ She draws water from the well, an old drink for new clientele. She "loves" living next to airports, big shiny airports, named after gruesome visionaries and drunk, womanizing actor sorts. She "loves" wearing a Chinese dress and sitting in a Chinese chair, posing for pictures she can never share. ~
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Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
Samaritan Woman
she wears a t-shirt two hands printed exactly where I want to put mine jeans must be sprayed on so impossibly tight hugging a figure I can only describe as voluptuous but those eyes I cannot meet as they stare right into my soul piercing through me defying my inappropriate thoughts though for all the world she invites them thankfully the bus came and I left her advertising whatever it was I hadn't noticed in the first place
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Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
voluptuous
~ *atop the Manhattan skyline her similitude descends as rain we see her wonderwork we see her water-standing her very abandonment of draperies unassuming and artless where the heedless moths settle with bodies of mystic warmth colored with rose and a dash of flame* ~ – for Audrey Munson
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 9:52 AM UTC
Heedless Moths
Standing on a pedestal Bleeding on a stage Colored insides for the aesthetic Beautiful gore Enhancing your beauty with gore Showing other people my bones An idea of perfection being nothing but blood and bone I lay here and laugh At the body, i’ve destroyed At the skin i've hurt And the insides i've boiled The commercials show the ideal size So the people that tell me The one that I killed The one that I saved Whoever would stop me From crumbling bones And melting eyes Limbs are falling off and getting lost But i'm the idea of pretty With the gore falling away
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
Human gore model
Dissected lines Intersection A special selection Death by design
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Death by Design
Fingers dipped in purple powders Fushia gold my makeup Black skintight latex suit with neon circles How my outfit is made up Three rings around my waist Intersecting, two vertical, one on the horizon The circles glow with noble gases Radioactive, after all, I'm an alien Perfect spheres and concentric rings Are trending, so I have read I balance on stacked circles, my six inch latex heels And floating circles surround the pair of buns on my head My bones poke through my latex, Anorexia won't stop my passions I may not be the body type you want, but I'm the body type you have And I still enjoy the fashions
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Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
Trending
WE generally gain true great knowledge from one who knows better than you & I A higher knowledge of truth that's beyond the human scope cannot  originate from mere mortals BUT from THE IMMORTAL &OMNISCIENT ONE who knows more than any human being. Eternal life is the life of GOD revealed through CHRIST, intent on gifting those who follow the life of truth & holiness as personified by CHRIST-THE WORD OF GOD GOD is neither silent nor imaginary but has spoken since the beginning of time & keeps speaking to those who are open to the truth humbly aligned with HIS love and goodness of heart HE has revealed what's beyond any human scope through JESUS -The LOVEofGOD that came down from Heaven who also is the ICON & MODEL of eternal life evident through  His death & resurrection, bringing forth GOD's salvation to the entire human race &the radiance of the AFTERLIFE-the greatest hope in glory for humankind
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
A peep on the AFTERLIFE
She is a beautiful successful model. I am just a struggling artist. She is a work of art. I make works of art. How come all she has to do is stand there an look pretty? How come I have to give all of my effort to make something pretty? B.K.
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Different Kinds of Art
I want to be someone you can look up to Because you don't see my scars Or the tears in my eyes You're too young to know of any real pain To you I'm another friendly face ready to greet you each morning And I wish it could stay that way forever I want to remain perfect to you Even as time passes us by And I might just be a memory to you later on But I want you to look up to me I want to set the right example Because I only get to keep you for a short while So I'll have to be on my best behavior
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Just another Friendly Face Standing at the Door
I wish I could have met myself At this age When I was a little girl I wonder if I would Have liked who I've become Would I speak to this adult And find a resilient strength Or would I see through The bulletproof glass Straight to her insecurities Would she laugh and Find me funny Or pity the deflections Would I stand beside her And think This is who I want to be
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
Little Girl
You may not be a model fashion wise But I model myself in your fashion
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
Fashion
an imprisoned model for the rest of the world to watch craving the attention not of the reporters and media but of the people who truly care
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
see her
stiletto heels and heartbreak singing songs of falling in love when you're stuck and unable to regain balance
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
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you are may i am december kisses exchanged during the bluing hour child like staring at you in wonder and amazement frosting night falling snow flakes in your auburn hair i walk you home in the cold frigid air holding your hand dreaming of you you are rare a beacon a lighthouse in a storm in my daydreams you are the pixie, the fairy inspiring me   at night you are the siren, i surrender to a trifecta of youth, beauty, personality you are refreshingly young spring in my wintered life preternaturally beautiful perfection come to life your femininity bewitching   your youth intoxicating your mannerism seducing i would do anything for you oozing sensuality innocences of a woman on the cusp you hunger for sophistication to be worldly-wise seeking passage guidance from an experienced traveller the trade, the deal, is timeless refined by evolution   i am humbled to have been chosen the ultimate champion of your ****** selection in turn, you are my trophy the spoils of a never ending war i know our time is short the span of a bloom a season at most i know the outcome seen the devastation the problem is we think we have time
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
trifecta youth beauty intelligence