#stilettos - Hello Poetry

The color of passion, the color of pain The color of delusion, the color of flames I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite of a West Virginia snow Size six, ruby red stilettos and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I try and I try and I try In my six, ruby red stilettos Freezing poetic lullabies Until I can find a place to call my own Sparks of scarlet bloodlines Dripping down my spine Wrestling through rivers between the spaces in my mind My heart is much too loud for a place like this My lips are much too quiet for a place like this I dance with him in The color of courage The color of fame The color of charisma The color of strength The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies Much too broken Much too bold Bursting into a violet plum until I am in pieces— until I decide to throw myself back together again In my size six, ruby red stilettos and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I sell dignity of my poverty to get them to come off of me but once I started dancing I fell in love with the sound of my heels clicking the surface of the floor and I made myself a home in my size six, ruby red stilettos.

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC

femininefiction

Poles

The color of passion, the color of pain The color of delusion, the color of flames I slip my swollen soles into your hallow hysteria Cracked, fragile feet from the frost bite of a West Virginia snow Size six, ruby red stilettos and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I try and I try and I try In my six, ruby red stilettos Freezing poetic lullabies Until I can find a place to call my own Sparks of scarlet bloodlines Dripping down my spine Wrestling through rivers between the spaces in my mind My heart is much too loud for a place like this My lips are much too quiet for a place like this I dance with him in The color of courage The color of fame The color of charisma The color of strength The color of my lipstick when its fading through my lies Much too broken Much too bold Bursting into a violet plum until I am in pieces— until I decide to throw myself back together again In my size six, ruby red stilettos and it wasn't my intention to force them to fit and I push and I pull and I scream and I sigh and I sell dignity of my poverty to get them to come off of me but once I started dancing I fell in love with the sound of my heels clicking the surface of the floor and I made myself a home in my size six, ruby red stilettos.

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Yes, Ms. Carlson, . let's get 52 of the leggiest, most . beautiful women in America & ask them a lot of what granny use to call 'fool questions' & not let them parade the runway in stilettos & bikinis

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Jun 8, 2018

Jun 8, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Dear Gretchen

Yes, Ms. Carlson, . let's get 52 of the leggiest, most . beautiful women in America & ask them a lot of what granny use to call 'fool questions' & not let them parade the runway in stilettos & bikinis

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. • p- eople do not see past her makeover• •only traded snea- kers for heels beyond her years• starkness of change, her before and •••after•only constants •••are her darkness and •••••fears•happily ever ••• after is a dream so ••• far•when sickness ••• consumed her caregi- ••• vers old•hides these away ••• as she approaches the stationary ••• car • only her stilettos know... of her ••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••• ••• •••••••••••••••••••••••• story untold•

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC

ryn

Stilettos

. • p- eople do not see past her makeover• •only traded snea- kers for heels beyond her years• starkness of change, her before and •••after•only constants •••are her darkness and •••••fears•happily ever ••• after is a dream so ••• far•when sickness ••• consumed her caregi- ••• vers old•hides these away ••• as she approaches the stationary ••• car • only her stilettos know... of her ••• •••••••••••••••••••••••••• ••• •••••••••••••••••••••••• story untold•

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Why do men lie on the ground women walk on

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May 29, 2015

May 29, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC

TheSethnicity

Stil (l)ett 0s (10wp)

Why do men lie on the ground women walk on

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I see you in your black corset Shiny as a raven’s claw Your hair Hips swerving Sipping a stiff drink In a dark corner Mascara thick Lipstick full In crimson bloom Plump lips - glazed eyes Fishnets and stilettos Swaying Unto the dance floor Becoming one With the music While unraveling yourself From our mortal fetters Bone fingers Reaching, beckoning As you are enveloped By the strobe-lights and fog Evaporating Only your pale silhouette remains On my tongue

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC

alessander

Fishnets and Stilettos

I see you in your black corset Shiny as a raven’s claw Your hair Hips swerving Sipping a stiff drink In a dark corner Mascara thick Lipstick full In crimson bloom Plump lips - glazed eyes Fishnets and stilettos Swaying Unto the dance floor Becoming one With the music While unraveling yourself From our mortal fetters Bone fingers Reaching, beckoning As you are enveloped By the strobe-lights and fog Evaporating Only your pale silhouette remains On my tongue

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The crawling spiders follow me everyday And if I were to tell you the inaudible words They would simply fall to the ground Like the particles of dust the sun's rays try to make visible You would crush the consonants and vowels in one swift step With the stilettos you love too much You bare the pain it brings from walking through peoples' misery It was my fault, but she would tell you different Maybe I was really scared of living and not dying I awaited the news, the November day Clouding my judgement with chilly leaves tainted red The news came 7 minutes after admittance at the hospital It took 12 minutes for the ambulance to come and 6 seconds for the accident to happen I couldn't think straight my ears too blurry to capture the words in a place of antiseptic smell They were trying to clear away the sickness the death but fell short when it hit the head It takes longer to save lives then **** them And I was the murderer, I was trying to save them both Her emerald green eyes and the smirk that are permanent in my eyes I never got to see the child, boy or girl Waiting for the world but I closed all chances The news penetrated my body and I was on the floor Asking for a God to take me too But this was my penance and I was left alone Premature, her death too premature I walk the same path Your stilettos are getting longer in inches The visibility is clearer in your eyes The drunken pain and emotion My job is done here.

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC

statictitanic

Drowsy Dead Man

The crawling spiders follow me everyday And if I were to tell you the inaudible words They would simply fall to the ground Like the particles of dust the sun's rays try to make visible You would crush the consonants and vowels in one swift step With the stilettos you love too much You bare the pain it brings from walking through peoples' misery It was my fault, but she would tell you different Maybe I was really scared of living and not dying I awaited the news, the November day Clouding my judgement with chilly leaves tainted red The news came 7 minutes after admittance at the hospital It took 12 minutes for the ambulance to come and 6 seconds for the accident to happen I couldn't think straight my ears too blurry to capture the words in a place of antiseptic smell They were trying to clear away the sickness the death but fell short when it hit the head It takes longer to save lives then **** them And I was the murderer, I was trying to save them both Her emerald green eyes and the smirk that are permanent in my eyes I never got to see the child, boy or girl Waiting for the world but I closed all chances The news penetrated my body and I was on the floor Asking for a God to take me too But this was my penance and I was left alone Premature, her death too premature I walk the same path Your stilettos are getting longer in inches The visibility is clearer in your eyes The drunken pain and emotion My job is done here.

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