"waistbands" poems - Hello Poetry

So today you'll be in love this girl from the internet and tomorrow you be in love with that girl from the internet and today your mother will ask you to look up from your phone for two seconds and tomorrow you will be ************ over a girl that you can't that you can't look in the eye because her eyes are miles and away and they're always watching you with disinterest, until you lose interest; some Catholic girl told me that long distance relationships make it easy to fall I to son and I got to understanding why God stays so far away. I know how to ruin myself with one hand, I know how to tear you apart with two. I know how stop taking care of myself until I'm overgrown with weeds just to watch you grow; some idiot said you don't forget how to ride a bike so I got lazy and stopped using one and some idiot said you don't forget your first love and I did the same thing. I saw the train coming and I laid you down on the tracks like I cared, and I did but I just don't know how and that's how the deal, no one knows how to do anything, hardly anyone knows how to derail trains. And today I'll fail my test becase I didn't study, tomorrow I'll remember that a year ago you said my name for the first time; today I'll sit on my hands until they tingle just to make sure that I'm alive; we'll delve into the meanings of 'love' and 'lust', but in the end they'll both still feel the same, I'll wonder if you track dirt into your house with your boots or if you just track hurt, you'll always keep me right where you can see you but never where I can hold you. We'll speak well about each other and keep our dark secrets tucked into the waistbands of our skirts like crisp white shirts. I can't understand why anyone would want to live in the first world, where all we do is keep things we love in dusty boxes and sit in traffic and hurt the people we love and write about it. And then we'll leave the internet and grow up and be gray and our tweets will die out like people do and then we won't think about it much. We won't think about it much.

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC

nurserycrimes

Untitled

So today you'll be in love this girl from the internet and tomorrow you be in love with that girl from the internet and today your mother will ask you to look up from your phone for two seconds and tomorrow you will be ************ over a girl that you can't that you can't look in the eye because her eyes are miles and away and they're always watching you with disinterest, until you lose interest; some Catholic girl told me that long distance relationships make it easy to fall I to son and I got to understanding why God stays so far away. I know how to ruin myself with one hand, I know how to tear you apart with two. I know how stop taking care of myself until I'm overgrown with weeds just to watch you grow; some idiot said you don't forget how to ride a bike so I got lazy and stopped using one and some idiot said you don't forget your first love and I did the same thing. I saw the train coming and I laid you down on the tracks like I cared, and I did but I just don't know how and that's how the deal, no one knows how to do anything, hardly anyone knows how to derail trains. And today I'll fail my test becase I didn't study, tomorrow I'll remember that a year ago you said my name for the first time; today I'll sit on my hands until they tingle just to make sure that I'm alive; we'll delve into the meanings of 'love' and 'lust', but in the end they'll both still feel the same, I'll wonder if you track dirt into your house with your boots or if you just track hurt, you'll always keep me right where you can see you but never where I can hold you. We'll speak well about each other and keep our dark secrets tucked into the waistbands of our skirts like crisp white shirts. I can't understand why anyone would want to live in the first world, where all we do is keep things we love in dusty boxes and sit in traffic and hurt the people we love and write about it. And then we'll leave the internet and grow up and be gray and our tweets will die out like people do and then we won't think about it much. We won't think about it much.

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Showing up unceremoniously From behind prissy waistbands unyielding, Giggling out between breaths ****** in, Unabashed, untamed rolls of me, Not needing flattering illumination or angles, Only truth-shopped and real-brushed, Sharp with their curves and bends and curls, Their glory making me feel like the cover girl That i am.

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Dec 25, 2016

Dec 25, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC

ghazal-tansir

Rolls

Showing up unceremoniously From behind prissy waistbands unyielding, Giggling out between breaths ****** in, Unabashed, untamed rolls of me, Not needing flattering illumination or angles, Only truth-shopped and real-brushed, Sharp with their curves and bends and curls, Their glory making me feel like the cover girl That i am.

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Oh Christmas comes but once a year Waistlines swell with good food and beer Mince pies, chocolates, nibbles and nuts Watch vintage TV, with no 'ifs' and no 'buts' Wrapping paper deal, 2 rolls for a pound Sneaky wrapping later, shhh, don't make a sound Christmas tree needed you know what to do Get a last minute deal down at Rhyl B & Q Got the presents sorted, a job that so hard That sinking feeling from a last minute card A phone call and text is never too much A welcome long chat just to keep in touch Christmas day approaching are all the jobs done? Eat drink and be merry is the way it should run But often a snooze can be the best part That can end with a grunt, a snore or a **** Turkey all gone but there are sandwiches still Three helpings of trifle can make you quite ill Then cheese and fine biscuits with coffee and cake Might slow you right down on the After Eights So off to the sofa where you sit if you dare Waistbands all loosened on the reclining chair A tea or a beer shows who's still in the race While a quick 40 winks puts a smile on your face Well there it was done and soon off to bed You sleep like a log having been so well fed In the night you are gasping you must have a drink You make it to the bathroom and drink from the sink The next day is hellish, there are wrappers gallore With crisps, cheese and crackers ground into the floor Red wine in glasses fermenting and mulled You turn and retreat with your senses quite dulled So no breakfast needed just a whole lot of quiet After indulging on what was a plain liquid diet A quick clean around is a job for us males As your partner heads out for the Boxing day sales!

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Dec 22, 2017

Dec 22, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC

matt-walls

Christmas Cheer

Oh Christmas comes but once a year Waistlines swell with good food and beer Mince pies, chocolates, nibbles and nuts Watch vintage TV, with no 'ifs' and no 'buts' Wrapping paper deal, 2 rolls for a pound Sneaky wrapping later, shhh, don't make a sound Christmas tree needed you know what to do Get a last minute deal down at Rhyl B & Q Got the presents sorted, a job that so hard That sinking feeling from a last minute card A phone call and text is never too much A welcome long chat just to keep in touch Christmas day approaching are all the jobs done? Eat drink and be merry is the way it should run But often a snooze can be the best part That can end with a grunt, a snore or a **** Turkey all gone but there are sandwiches still Three helpings of trifle can make you quite ill Then cheese and fine biscuits with coffee and cake Might slow you right down on the After Eights So off to the sofa where you sit if you dare Waistbands all loosened on the reclining chair A tea or a beer shows who's still in the race While a quick 40 winks puts a smile on your face Well there it was done and soon off to bed You sleep like a log having been so well fed In the night you are gasping you must have a drink You make it to the bathroom and drink from the sink The next day is hellish, there are wrappers gallore With crisps, cheese and crackers ground into the floor Red wine in glasses fermenting and mulled You turn and retreat with your senses quite dulled So no breakfast needed just a whole lot of quiet After indulging on what was a plain liquid diet A quick clean around is a job for us males As your partner heads out for the Boxing day sales!

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Designer Mandira Wirk gave actress Nimrat Kaur a regal look when she showcased her New Royals collection at Amazon India Fashion Week on Saturday. Wirk showed 20 ensembles, including Kaur’s ivory drape concept sari with just a zipper, panelled gown with mother of pearls and dori work paired with a sheer cape. “Her collection is so pretty and feminine,” said Kaur. “I love her clothes. This collection is called the New Royals... it’s bringing pretty back, beautifully enhancing the female body form. It makes you feel so light and pretty.” Panelled anarkalis, jackets and capes, crop tops, jumpsuits and tapered trousers appeared alongside designer’s signature drape saris and dhoti pants. Wirk, in a beautiful off-shoulder powder pink dress, said: “I wanted to get pretty back to the runway. It is pretty feminine, wearable and an extremely versatile collection. “I have done lots of pastels...lot of capes, sleeves. So basically a very feminine and romantic collection.” The range saw a heavy use modern details like wide pockets and deep waistbands paired with layers of French knots.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/plus-size-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses

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Oct 18, 2016

Oct 18, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC

judy-smith

Mandira Wirk celebrates 'pretty'

Designer Mandira Wirk gave actress Nimrat Kaur a regal look when she showcased her New Royals collection at Amazon India Fashion Week on Saturday. Wirk showed 20 ensembles, including Kaur’s ivory drape concept sari with just a zipper, panelled gown with mother of pearls and dori work paired with a sheer cape. “Her collection is so pretty and feminine,” said Kaur. “I love her clothes. This collection is called the New Royals... it’s bringing pretty back, beautifully enhancing the female body form. It makes you feel so light and pretty.” Panelled anarkalis, jackets and capes, crop tops, jumpsuits and tapered trousers appeared alongside designer’s signature drape saris and dhoti pants. Wirk, in a beautiful off-shoulder powder pink dress, said: “I wanted to get pretty back to the runway. It is pretty feminine, wearable and an extremely versatile collection. “I have done lots of pastels...lot of capes, sleeves. So basically a very feminine and romantic collection.” The range saw a heavy use modern details like wide pockets and deep waistbands paired with layers of French knots.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/plus-size-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses

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I left the door ajar, just barely — a silent plea beneath the noise of _“I’m fine”_ and _“I’m just tired.”_ I wrapped my pain in quiet places, hid the marks where no one looks — beneath waistbands, behind layers, hoping someone might see past it without me having to say it. But every time someone got close, I turned colder, sharper— a defense disguised as indifference, a fortress I hated living in but couldn’t stop building higher. They tried, I know they did— friends with warm hands, family with concerned eyes— but I shrugged them off, convinced I was doing them a favor by being alone in the storm. Now the room is quiet again, the fabric sticks to skin, and I still can’t say what’s bleeding inside me. The world just kept on spinning, while I stayed stuck, fading in the spaces between genuine smiles and forced ones. And in the end, everyone seemed to give up and leave me— not out of malice, but because they couldn’t reach what I was too afraid to show. But I feel it now, the echo behind silence, the weight of a choice unspoken— ___this action will have consequences.___

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC

poetriesgrave

Telltale

I left the door ajar, just barely — a silent plea beneath the noise of _“I’m fine”_ and _“I’m just tired.”_ I wrapped my pain in quiet places, hid the marks where no one looks — beneath waistbands, behind layers, hoping someone might see past it without me having to say it. But every time someone got close, I turned colder, sharper— a defense disguised as indifference, a fortress I hated living in but couldn’t stop building higher. They tried, I know they did— friends with warm hands, family with concerned eyes— but I shrugged them off, convinced I was doing them a favor by being alone in the storm. Now the room is quiet again, the fabric sticks to skin, and I still can’t say what’s bleeding inside me. The world just kept on spinning, while I stayed stuck, fading in the spaces between genuine smiles and forced ones. And in the end, everyone seemed to give up and leave me— not out of malice, but because they couldn’t reach what I was too afraid to show. But I feel it now, the echo behind silence, the weight of a choice unspoken— ___this action will have consequences.___

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Under ur covers Tastes like flesh Or lips or tongue Tastes a lot like what I love & then hands are under waistbands & this comforter is undiscovered land I'll explore it with you If you explore me

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Nov 22, 2015

Nov 22, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC

molly-whateva

B/\i|s

Under ur covers Tastes like flesh Or lips or tongue Tastes a lot like what I love & then hands are under waistbands & this comforter is undiscovered land I'll explore it with you If you explore me

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I wake up every morning i look in the mirror and i hate what i see I put on some makeup feeling like it will make me look pretty. you know, less ugly. I go to my closet and look for the darkest thing to wear. black long sleeve shirt to hide my nasty scars, black leggings or black velvet sweats, before even putting my clothes on i look for my rubber waistbands to hide my disgusting fat cause,,who the **** wants to see that?! i look around the messy room and pick up my bag i shove anything in it notebooks/papers/ my journal then i take a deep breath, i look myself in the mirror in disgust while zipping up my black sweater. on my way to school i think about the worst **** that could happen. "am i gonna get picked on?" "are people gonna **** with me to get a rise out of me" "is today gonna be bad in general?" as i enter the school i see that i'm really late, i sigh and i get my late pass. i put my hood on and keep my earbuds in, i dont want no one to talk to me, i dont want to be greeted. just go the **** away. a simple 'hello' will ruin my day. As i walk to my class i pass all these pretty, flawless girls. i get insecure and i compare myself to them. I think "why the **** am i so ugly?' "why am i so stupid and have really **** grades?" Through out the whole day i dont do my work, i sit in a desk, i look at the floor, or the door then up at the clock. "can this day go by any faster?" When school is over i run out the doors, not wanting to stop to say hi to anyone, i just leave, when i arrive at my house i quickly run up the stairs and rush in, i drop my bag, go to my room, and boom. i jump and hide under the covers thanking god the day for me is over then i drift to sleep hoping i don't wake up.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC

LupitaSociety

Everyday

I wake up every morning i look in the mirror and i hate what i see I put on some makeup feeling like it will make me look pretty. you know, less ugly. I go to my closet and look for the darkest thing to wear. black long sleeve shirt to hide my nasty scars, black leggings or black velvet sweats, before even putting my clothes on i look for my rubber waistbands to hide my disgusting fat cause,,who the **** wants to see that?! i look around the messy room and pick up my bag i shove anything in it notebooks/papers/ my journal then i take a deep breath, i look myself in the mirror in disgust while zipping up my black sweater. on my way to school i think about the worst **** that could happen. "am i gonna get picked on?" "are people gonna **** with me to get a rise out of me" "is today gonna be bad in general?" as i enter the school i see that i'm really late, i sigh and i get my late pass. i put my hood on and keep my earbuds in, i dont want no one to talk to me, i dont want to be greeted. just go the **** away. a simple 'hello' will ruin my day. As i walk to my class i pass all these pretty, flawless girls. i get insecure and i compare myself to them. I think "why the **** am i so ugly?' "why am i so stupid and have really **** grades?" Through out the whole day i dont do my work, i sit in a desk, i look at the floor, or the door then up at the clock. "can this day go by any faster?" When school is over i run out the doors, not wanting to stop to say hi to anyone, i just leave, when i arrive at my house i quickly run up the stairs and rush in, i drop my bag, go to my room, and boom. i jump and hide under the covers thanking god the day for me is over then i drift to sleep hoping i don't wake up.

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