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In the store it was beautiful,
So blue and so new.
Hanging on the rack,
The blouse was calling my name.
I removed it from the rack
And peered at the tag in delight.
Half-price and on clearance?
How could I resist?
I brought it to the counter
And swiped my credit card.
But in the car ride home
I looked in the passenger seat
At the pretty blue blouse,
And began to have some doubt.
I took it in the house,
And was dumbfounded for a moment.
How could something
That looked so great on the rack
Look so terrible in my home?
I felt ashamed and discouraged
When I realized that I
Had pictured the blouse
On a mannequin.
But I decided to keep it,
So I took out the scissors
To remove the last piece
Of The New.
I swiped off the tags,
And, alas, I was right:
The blouse would not change me,
And I changed it.
It was now a part of me,
And now lives in the Closet
of the other Clothes That Don't Work,
Because it can't change me,
And neither can I.
So blue and so new.
Hanging on the rack,
The blouse was calling my name.
I removed it from the rack
And peered at the tag in delight.
Half-price and on clearance?
How could I resist?
I brought it to the counter
And swiped my credit card.
But in the car ride home
I looked in the passenger seat
At the pretty blue blouse,
And began to have some doubt.
I took it in the house,
And was dumbfounded for a moment.
How could something
That looked so great on the rack
Look so terrible in my home?
I felt ashamed and discouraged
When I realized that I
Had pictured the blouse
On a mannequin.
But I decided to keep it,
So I took out the scissors
To remove the last piece
Of The New.
I swiped off the tags,
And, alas, I was right:
The blouse would not change me,
And I changed it.
It was now a part of me,
And now lives in the Closet
of the other Clothes That Don't Work,
Because it can't change me,
And neither can I.
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
Literature
Let me be me.
I don't see why you're rejecting me,
Even God won't let me be me,
Hell will freeze over,
And heaven will burn to ashes by the time I grow a musache and beard,
Wouldn't it be weird,
Seeing me that way,
With a new spring in my step,
Man got SWAG!
Ha!
Weird word,
Let me be the bird,
'Cause I'm so fly I go high in the sky,
Like a tower looking down,
I may be 5'6,
And shit,
That ain't tall,
I may not join the NBA,
I may not be as good as B.O.B,
I may never rock the NYC,
But SHIT,
Let me be me.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Inspired by yesterday's shopping trip... I promise this goes in a different direction than you think
Also, this is the fiftieth poem I've published here! I was so nervous about posting my first one, afraid that my poetry would be to dark to be liked... And now I post A LOT of poetry! So happy I do.
Happy deviating
Also, this is the fiftieth poem I've published here! I was so nervous about posting my first one, afraid that my poetry would be to dark to be liked... And now I post A LOT of poetry! So happy I do.
Happy deviating
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nice, you know i never read a poem like this before, but it was very well done