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Girls hang themselves
with nooses made of numbers
and eyes of airbrushed idols
with society's approval.
They say,
{while choking on pages of Vogue magazine}
"that beauty opens doors
to worlds
we never had the right to".
They say,
"you are beautiful when
your body is thin".
Sex sells,
and so they do.
Trading their souls
for another skin.
"It's a better world
for pretty women",
in nooses.
Skeletons in dresses,
blinded inch-by-inch,
selling pounds of flesh
for the sins of their mirror twins,
dying to be Marilyns.
with nooses made of numbers
and eyes of airbrushed idols
with society's approval.
They say,
{while choking on pages of Vogue magazine}
"that beauty opens doors
to worlds
we never had the right to".
They say,
"you are beautiful when
your body is thin".
Sex sells,
and so they do.
Trading their souls
for another skin.
"It's a better world
for pretty women",
in nooses.
Skeletons in dresses,
blinded inch-by-inch,
selling pounds of flesh
for the sins of their mirror twins,
dying to be Marilyns.
Literature
organist
I’ve tried too hard to bridge this gap:
the space between my fingers,
vague, insipid emptiness,
the quiet, profound longing
of an unturned page.
you come to me with all the languor,
all the midnight captivation
of a cup of over-brewed tea,
a corset laced too tight,
a strict and unassuming wish for death.
somewhere in the world, someone
is unaware of your language, your
beauty, your music’s
arcane flutter: but that place is not here
and that person is not me.
here, I play memories
like a poorly tuned violin:
splendid, fearless melodies,
my violent, untamed love for you
lost in a Frescobaldian fugue.
Literature
lost
hourglasses and umbrellas casually change colour as if it's nothing
you're (in)different
childhood tragedies are buried in the silent soil with solid shovels
you're pathetically in denial
how clouds wave goodbye every day, how memories are loathed
you're a fool for forgetting
Literature
Choking
I'm choking on these words,
these feelings,
the pain it breeds.
I'm choking on the fear
you're pushing me out of your life,
or so it seems.
I'm choking on your love
as you reach down inside of me;
pulling back everything you gave,
your heart,
my life,
the best of me.
I'm choking on the silence,
the stale air,
the distance between you and me.
I'm choking on your promises,
the hope,
the dreams you stole from me.
My heart is crushed,
while suffocating lungs,
drown on lost possibilities.
A hollow chest,
gasps for breath,
watching you destroy everything.
So fuck the world.
Just a girl and a girl,
captured in a love affair
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I added a few stanzas to this. The part in the middle is new. Let me know what you think.
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My new poem, "Bones and Barbie Dolls" [link] is an extension of the theme of this poem; the second half of the same train of thought. I appreciate comments your comments (on either poem) and thank you for reading. <3______________________________
"Beauty is a short-lived tyranny."
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My new poem, "Bones and Barbie Dolls" [link] is an extension of the theme of this poem; the second half of the same train of thought. I appreciate comments your comments (on either poem) and thank you for reading. <3______________________________
"Beauty is a short-lived tyranny."
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