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Andy Cave Jun 2012
You're treated like trash, you're treated like dirt
why are you with him he's such a ****.
You're nothing to him just a simple house maid
where will he be when you're in need of his aid
not there that's right, nowhere to be found
he could care less if you were dead in the ground.
You're better than this, I know this for fact
you show so much love but that's something he lacks
he is twisted, vindictive, a ******* for sure,
but somehow he has this magic allure.
He treats you unfairly, he is so unkind
perfection he seeks but he is so blind.
You want just to leave but you can't it's so sad
the way he mistreats you just makes me so mad.
I want just to save you from his controlling grip
and take you away on some special trip.
I love you so much and now at a whisper
you are awesome, amazing, the perfect sister.
Bethany Davis Sep 2011
The fuzzy purple blanket under me,
Like fur caressing my skin,
So soft, so sensual, like a soft massage.

Soft black fuzzy pillow under my head,
Like a cloud, soft but supporting,
Cradling my head in its arms.

Colourful Tinkerbell blanket covering me,
Soft like velvet, rubbing my bare skin,
A cocoon containing me, to change to a butterfly.

Tight thong embracing me,
Holding that precious centre,
My well of nectar, held in a sweet embrace.

Soft cami covering my *******, my tummy, my back,
Soft on my skin, like a hug, a firm embrace,
Containing my, constraining me, freeing me.

Tight shorts hugging my hips,
My *****, my thighs, Peacock, teal, jade,
Bright and conforming to my curves.

All the textures surrounding me, holding me,
All bring contentment, like heaven,
The textures of my second skin of sleep.
judy smith Jul 2015
Getting married on a beach, mountaintop, remote villa or rustic rural setting is a romantic ideal for many brides.

But what does that mean for the wedding dress?

Should you go formal or footloose? Will your gown fit in your suitcase?

A bride having a "destination wedding" should think about versatility when choosing a gown. She must be "concerned about being comfortable, more so than your typical bride. She has to contend with weather and terrain, making her gown choice critical to how at-ease she feels on her special day," says Lori Conley, senior buyer for David's Bridal.

Christine Pagulayan of Toronto and her fiancé, Ian McIntyre, jetted to Costa Rica in 2013 for a resort wedding.

"I had a (dress) style in mind: strapless, low back, white with ruching. Initially, I thought about going short, since we were going to get married on a beach, but I then realized that even if it may be heavy or sweaty, I wanted a real wedding dress. So we found one that had a gorgeous train, but it also had a bustle so I could dance," Pagulayan says.

Some dress trends for destination brides:

• LIGHT FABRICS AND SHORT HEMS: Many traveling brides favor lightweight, airy fabrics.

"Chiffon and organza are always favorites. Full trains can be cumbersome if you're navigating sand or grass," says Conley, of David's.

"A lot of brides opt for the ease of a sweep train," which just grazes the floor.

David's destination-friendly dresses include styles in full or tea-length tulle, soft lace or chiffon, Conley says. Fabrics that travel well for brides wanting a more structured gown include silk gazar, georgette and crepe, which are "lighter-weight versions of silk faille and Mikado," says Carrie Goldberg, associate fashion editor for Martha Stewart Weddings.

J. Crew's Karina short dress, for instance, has a flapper-esque fringe, and is covered in corded lace. • SEPARATES: "Tops and bottoms are not only easier to pack, they allow for mixing and matching fabric and fit to get a silhouette that feels unique to your personal style," says Goldberg.

Separates work for any destination, she says: "A full organza skirt may appeal to a bride getting married on the beach; pairing it with a delicate silk camisole suits the location. The same skirt would suit a mountaintop affair when paired with a fur bolero or a fine knit."

J.Crew's Sloane poly-cotton long skirt has a simple, draped profile; a silk cami top embellished with beads, crystals, sequins and paillettes in a floral motif creates a dressy look.

At David's Bridal, there's the crisp Mikado cropped top balanced by a flowing, organza ball-gown skirt, creating a modern silhouette.

• COLOR: Let the venue inform your choice of hue, Goldberg says.

"A sunset wedding in Napa pairs beautifully with a blush gown, while the colors of an Amalfi Coast wedding may inspire the bride to opt for something blue."

• VERSATILITY: For bridesmaids — or perhaps even the bride — White House Black Market has a clever option: a short or long pull-on gown with a customizable top. You can adjust the straps on the "Genius" dress to make a halter, one-shoulder or cap-sleeved version. Easy to pack, affordable and available in a range of colors, these might be a good option for a group of bridesmaids.

• FOOTWEAR: Flats or wedges are ideal for beach or garden: "The more surface area the sole of your shoes have, the easier it will be to walk," says Conley.

Keep in mind that satin or grosgrain might get stained by grass or sand.

Another option for beach brides is "foot jewelry," an accessory that does away with the need for an actual shoe.

read more:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide

www.marieaustralia.com/plus-size-formal-dresses
Bethany Davis Nov 2011
Central heating
On a cold day
Such a pleasure
Such a joy
A chilly house
Bringing goose bumps
To my bare skin
And making my ******* hard
My ******* stand up
Cami and shorts
Not warm enough
For the chilly house
The water running
Warming for my shower
As I wait I get ready
My shorts fall
To the cold floor
My cami on top
My ******* slide
Down my legs
To pile on the floor
I step to the corner
Legs spread over the vent
Closing my eyes to enjoy
I can't help but wonder
Does the house's central heating
Enjoy the view more
Or does my central heating
Enjoy its touch more?
ju Jul 2012
Knee length skirt, cotton cami,
lace shrug, and heels.
All black.
Fair skin, blonde hair, blue eyes. Very pretty.
My children edge past her, past the Other Women,
on their way to the park.
Son takes a second look, then hurries on. Vans squeak
through sodden grass.
Baggy jeans soak up puddles of mud.
Typical twelve-year-old boy.

They return,
plastered in cut-grass, flushed-pink and grinning.
Daughter cradles the ball, and
crows about winning, while
The Pretty One, the Other Women,
alternate tuts with
oh-what-it-is-to-be-youngs

but The Pretty One,
she's only
twelve.
Christine Jun 2010
Bright red lips
Forming a perfect circle.
A fairytale hole
On a pale pale face.
Her eyes are rimmed
Black
With midnight mascara.
Hair a frustrated mess
Of dark curls
On top of her head.
The lace of her cami
Is flush to her *******
And minimal green cotton
Lays low on her hips.

She is Betty
She is Veronica
She is Snow and Cindy and Belle.

Everything becomes her
And through her archetypal appearance
She becomes everything.
Got a cig going
Running around the house naked
A pair of shorts & a cami
No bra. No *******.
Skin like butter— smooth
Thighs thicker than turkey
Got a little ham & some pineapples too
Juicy
I look at myself often
I never thought I was this cute
Maybe I'm not
Maybe I'm just high enough to think I am
I love it though
This version of me
This smaller, chill *** *****
I like the peace
I like when my head is settled
Who am I?
Jhorden-Nikole
I'm sure
I like her
Poem 5— Self Preservation
Tammy Boehm Feb 2016
Slipped into a satin cami
And my best Thang’s boxer drawers
Set my playground slide
For a heavenly ride
Jump on it I am yours

Got my music jammin’
Crank up that thumpin’ bass
I’m ready to groove
Throw down my moves
Come on now make some space

You know you’re **** baby
With my bra on your head and a smile
Take your glasses from you
Just pretend the view
Is ecstasy for a while

Yes I am your crazy lady
You got all this love for free
And I’ll dance for you
Cuz of what you do
For an unfunky girl like me

TL Boehm
© 04/19/06
For Dave, My hippie. He'd be totally embarrassed by this - but you know? I'm not ashamed to tell you I love the guy.
I'm a golden cami-soul
i can easily explain,
i'm a camisole in the rain,
i'm more naked than a woman,
than if i were kissing a man,
to free myself from dreary kids,
and life itself.
they aren't mine, they are mine
those ****** amenities.
Those darned lost years, the flying wick,
Job after job, noth-ing would stick,
i'm back to being a lady of the night.
It's my birthright.

I'm a winter cami-soul,
no eyes, no mouth, about 4 feet tall.
Drunk on my allusions, i'm out of wine.
I'm out of time.
I'm hanging clean out on the line.

his breath awaits,
the iron of the pulpit.
every one but the bartender,
says i "told you so".
I'm silken as a pair of jeans,
i'm a dime.

-cbran
using hellopoetry as a notepad
Lol yeah 60 cards. I haven't cried that hard since I cried into your arms Camille. That was the single most beautiful letter I've received. God that hurt. It felt good. I have ALWAYS loved you. I will always love you. I readily accept anything about you because I want to be with you till the bitter end. You're not coffin fodder, you're like the ground itself in which we all lie, buried in the water of the earth, snow ice and ocean. Your eyes are brown like me. Like everything fertile. Your skin and hair white like death, who has tapped me so many times on the shoulder imitatating you. I wanna marry you. You are nature herself. If I am your muse, its come full circle, because you've been mine from the start. I STARTED writing poetry because of you babe :)
I started writing music WITH YOU Suga!
I want you to have my children when we're older. Because that's the greatest art of all c:
YOU inspire ME to LIVE. There have been so many days where I almost hurtled myself off a bridge out of spite for the cars below and the sole reason I didn't was because of my promise to you and my mother. You're the reason I'm not fat lol. When I see you, I wanna be everything for you.
Cami I wrote you a poem:
As I lay alone in my bed I still feel you on my skin, lingering.
Pinging
inside my brain is the sound of you singing
in my mind like time
ticking. By the way you're a dime fricking
10 out of ten on every scale but the ph.
I would lift bales of whales to raise your sails and/or see your face
I'm so sorry I moved, I'm a useless peice of **** I don't know why you love me.
But I love you so ******* much I'd gi to jail for you. No rhyme, I'm just ****** tellin you
But I'm better than i give myself credit for if you really do love me.
I thought I had to go back to my roots, the land of the HEARTless,
but the experience drained me and left me artless
You were the first person to read my poetry. You were the reason I started. You're the reason I can make art and...
I mean I have other reasons of course. I don't wanna make you feel a burden of responsibility that you can't carry,
I'll bury my feelings if that's what it takes to keep your back from breaking under the weight.
I wanna be the person who satiates your taste.
by the way I love the way you taste.
I take my time because nothing good comes out of haste.
I wanna sastisfy your lust for blood and ***,
leave a mark where you want one,
if you want some, but we don't have to do that. I'm into back rubs,
2.
I never trusted anyone else like that.
In my dreams we fight off death and demons back to back.
you're the moon
to my sky, starless and black,
you're full of light when you laugh, and when you cry I see the earth shatter and
scream.
Engorge yourself on me
you morbid angel and strangle me under the sea with the branches of your grave: a sunken tree






On Thursday, March 1, 2018, no name <matulaaksmusic@gmail.com> wrote:
Cami I wrote you a poem:
As I lay alone in my bed I still feel you on my skin, lingering.
Pinging
inside my brain is the sound of you singing
in my mind like time
ticking. By the way you're a dime, you're 10 out of ten on every scale
I would lift bales of whales to raise your sails
cause Everyone else pales.
When you impaled my heart those moons ago I blazed a new trail
because I thought I Failed you! That and I had to see things through in the land of the HEARTless,
but it left me artless
because you were the first person to read my poetry. You were the reason I started. You're the reason I can make art and...
I mean I have other reasons of course. I don't wanna make you feel a burden of responsibility that you can't carry,
I'll bury my feelings if that's what it takes to keep your back from breaking under the weight.
I wanna be the person who satiates your taste.
by the way I love the way you taste.
I take my time because nothing good comes out of haste.
I wanna sastisfy your lust for blood and ***,
leave a mark where you want one,
if you want some, but we don't have to do that. I'm into back rubs,
2.
I never trusted anyone else like that.
In my dreams we fight off death and demons back to back.
you're the moon
to my sky, starless and black,
you're full of light when you laugh, and when you cry I see the earth shatter and
scream.
Engorge yourself on me
you morbid angel and strangle me under the sea with the branches of your grave: a sunken tree

— The End —