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 May 2013 Yolanda Smith
Motunx
Us
 May 2013 Yolanda Smith
Motunx
Us
So one day i came across this chat
which made me feel so flat
I confronted you and you said it was all  a lie
but it kept buzzing in my head like a fly

When you told me , i thought we could be more than friends
but i realized it was only the beginning of the end
we were so close when we first started
and then we walked away , i guess we are forever parted

You gave me love and i wanted more
but you were definately an d uterly worth fighting for .
i gave you love , it was more than enough
and those fights we had i wont lie they were tough

Im really sorrry
this is very blurry
Im giving you a warning
to think of what we are becoming
I'm falling into
all the
holes in
everything you say

because I walk
beside the
one compelling
me to sway

but when the
wind has left my
skin I hide
it in my
lungs

and taste the
breath of life
each time I
saturate my tongue

my open lips
release a
tune I do
not comprehend

that manifests itself to me
in ways I
can't descend

it only lasts
but long enough
for me to hear the sound

of something
coming closer still
of feet upon the ground

and that
is where it all
begins and clarity returns

as I am climbing
out of you
without a single burn
 May 2013 Yolanda Smith
Redshift
i think too much
about throwing up
about emptying
that which people tell me
is wrong.

to society
i am
disgusting
i am
too fat
i am
repulsive
"no one wants to look at THAT"
they say.
because beautiful
is malnourished bones
thighs that don't touch
stick-thin arms
bony
ribcages...

it has been POUNDED INTO ME
that beautiful is NOT
what i am
that beautiful
is achieved by the shape of your body...
and maybe i'm not a perfect size
maybe my stomach isn't flat
maybe my thighs
are chubby
maybe
i'm not a lot of things
but i believe
that i AM
beautiful...
and no amount
of ugly hearted people
who tell me that i am not
will get to me.

i was made like this
and i would not change it
for the world.
**** it,
*******
generation.
not everyone is going to look like a pornstar. in fact, hardly anyone. stop holding us to that standard, because it is ridiculously unrealistic.
You can kiss my ***...




but




leave my horse alone.



;)
Getting better be bk soon I'll catch up on reading I promise. :)
Cuando estas muerto,
quiero su alma para mio.
Porque su alma es como el sol
Sin caprichos

I want to know your soul as my own.
I want you to haunt me.
The radiance and beauty of
you is blinding.
Still tinkering with this one.
See also Sin Caprichos
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Rhetorical questions
Asked and answered.
supporting, Sifting,
and sorting bafflement
Praxis

For awhile the whorls
were made of sadness and fears
from my internal musings
and the desires of my heart
extrapolated by magpies

Like you said,
They busted the lock.
 Apr 2013 Yolanda Smith
Madeline
girls like me, we can't make ourselves stay.
i wish i could, i do.
i can't shake the itchy-skin feeling of being here
and i can't help but want to get away.

we have fickle and jealous hearts, girls like me.
we can't trust ourselves to be loved
because we love so changeably.
we're difficult, girls like me.
difficult to love, difficult to fall out of love with.

we're born with anger.
we have all the ghosts and the wisdom our hearts can hold.
i am difficult to please and it's no one's fault but my own
and i get tired of people and i get tired of places
and no matter where i am i always want to leave.

i don't choose to be as restless and as jealous and as jittery as i am,
and i don't choose to feel so old some of the time
and i don't choose to be so guarded, so hypocritical, so abrasive.

girls like me, we are beautiful and strong and ages old -
it has been since the beginning and it will be till the end,
spirits like ours.
we are breakable and irrepressible
afraid and invincible
and we are made to survive things and to know things
and we are made for the wildest of laughter
and we are made for the too-big types of sadness
and we are something to see.
Left alone on this makeshift raft,
Drifting further into the wake -
All I see is darkness...
Slowly collapsing upon my bones,

Waiting to be resolved -
To be encapsulated with meaning,
A filament of hope to define our love...
Show me my life is not *insignificant.
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