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Beautiful Or SkinnyWake up at 5:00AM. Take a shower first thing. Towel dry and then blow dry your hair. Eyeliner, mascara, foundation, and lipstick [in that order]. Pick out a short skirt with a frilly top to match. Put them on. Then choose your tallest high heels, grab your bag, and go to breakfast. You pick at your food and eventually manage half a toast and two bites of eggs. Mother worries about you on a daily basis, you know. She can hear the way you purge evry night right after dinner. She knows that you weigh yourself daily. She knows you purposely get off two stops head of our house so you can walk the rest of the way. Father worries as well. Yesterday he overheard you telling your friends that your size two is too big. You want to be even skinner than you already are. You stare at yourself in the mirror for hours. Twisting this way and that way, hoping that the disgusting person you see in the mirror will transform into a beautiful, skinny version of you. You have started to believe that beautifBeautiful Or Skinny by PINK-ROSE14
Death's IronyMy gay lover lay dying that evening.Death's Irony by PINK-ROSE14
Ironically, his untimely demise
Would come by the
Hand of prostate cancer.
Yes, a part of his glorious [now rail-thin] body
That gave us both immense pleasure
Would be Death rapping
Upon our bedroom door.
I clutched him tightly to my chest
And kissed his plump lips one last time
Before Death took him away.
Now forever will I
Mourn my gay lover’s
Sand DunesYour lips are chappedSand Dunes by PINK-ROSE14
Anxiety wracks havoc
On the inside of your body,
Toppling over dreams,
Until finally the storm
A shaky set of knees,
Trembling with the aftershocks
Of an earthquake.
Your eyes are open,
But you cannot sea everything.
You can hear the way
The wind whispers
Gently across the shapes
Of your cheekbones.
Feather light and gentle;
A mother’s touch.
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|This is a poem that I wrote recently. I am quite proud of it.|
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the science of us.you told me once that a strike of lightningthe science of us. by TheAstrologist
is five times hotter than the surface of the sun.
and so if i am the sky
then you are the storm,
flawlessly constructed and
elaborately designed to strike me
when i'm broken.
except lightning never strikes
the same place twice,
and your fist has struck
the flesh above my cheekbone
more times than i can count.
"the earth is number two,
and heaven is number three,"
you told me once, as you slipped
your hand beneath my skirt.
your other hand was on the wheel,
guiding us through the storm.
"—because the earth was created first,"
you would tell me,
although i didn't want
to believe it.
"heaven was just an afterthought."
your hand was warm,
and your touch was electric.
i did nothing as you caressed
my inner thigh, and i stood still
as you reached for more.
i allowed you.
i had no choice.
the rain fell on the windshield
like a map of confused roads
and i thought quietly to myself
as our silence burned the bridges.
the astrologists.there was a boy i once knew.the astrologists. by TheAstrologist
He used to teach me about the universe—
how planets are actually small atoms that
make up galaxies, and how the stars we see
are really just particles that make up infinity.
He taught me the forgotten history behind the stars,
and how they were so much more
than just flaming orbs of gas.
"The stars were once worlds,"
he would tell me.
"They once were planets,
and now that's all they have left to be."
there was a boy i once knew,
and he used to teach me about Fiddler's Green
and Spaceship Earth. He told me what to say
to a person who's dying, and why astrologists
are the people to go to when you can't find your way.
"The astrologists were once mages,"
he would tell me, his wings
itching to be free.
"They once were lovers,
and now that's all they have left to be."
He used to talk for hours about what
he imagined it felt like to be reincarnated,
and why you feel most alive when you're
almost dead. He used