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RiAN
RiAN
Fire of Insight
Norway
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Letter to a narcissist

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anna_grin
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ilchruthach
Dangerous Mind
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thank you faith and rian

Eerie
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The Things We Don't Talk About

Every summer there was always  
something new to show me.
I never said no and I never  
told anyone. Fear of getting into  
trouble brought small heels
skidding to a stop.  
My mouth locked, key thrown out.  
 
Thirty years I spent searching  
for that key...  
 
and then one day I found it.  
 
I whispered about shame.  
The way I doubt myself because  
deep down I know it was somehow...  
 
my fault.  
 
And then I said it out loud.  
With gusto.  
With urgency.  
With force.  
 
And then I was quiet again.  
 
I had to stop and think about
the anger that I let twist  
into a breathing poison, weaving  
its way through unsuspecting moments,  
stealing my sense of self,  
creating confusion.  
 
I had to stop and think...  
 
maybe it happened to her, too.
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ilchruthach
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thank you eerie powerful

MaryWalker
MaryWalker
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United States
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NSFW

  
I know better now than then  
 
Ages nineteen to fifteen  
pure as the driven snow  
we were a stable of ponies  
purely for show  
   
In retrospect, pigtailed    
swine with bacon behinds    
may have been more apropos;  
   
our hormones unstabled  
and iris skies ablaze with  
flashbulbed fireworks  
   
choking down hairspray    
and deoderant fumes  
while changing costumes  
   
and that's when  
   
he.  just.  walked.  in.  on.  us.  
   
with little advanced notice  
as if owner of the damn place  
   
... which I later learned he was  
but that is beside the point  
   
Twenty years has passed;  
that man is now living  
in the White House  
   
I recall panic, literally    
throwing the bare breasted  
nubilant version of this body    
into its bridal gear for the next    
onstage calvacade of blinding  
white teeth contrasting sprayed on  
tans, and dreams of global dominion  
under the proverbial wish for peace  
   
There was this thing    
called the World Wide Web  
and I was going to rule it  
with a well manicured fist  
already trained to karate chop kill  
in the fine art of parade waving  
   
Never mind that these days  
I have a sorely neglected  
Facebook page, I sell  
car insurance, and my tiara  
has long since been pawned  
along with other personal artifacts  
in order to pay for tuition and rent  
foregoing need to be subsidized  
by the online porn industry    
   
Only five of us contestants    
came forward in this story  
of so many sordid stories  
about his taking women    
for granted first before  
insulting them second  
   
We certainly faired better  
than the ladies of the 2000  
Miss Universe Pageant;  
many were completely naked  
when he barged in unannounced  
as if he was cruising the hallways  
in Hef's 20,000 square foot man cave  
---later bragging about such  
antics to radio shock jocks  
   
I fully understand now why  
half of the nation voted    
for him instead of Hillary  
---it wasn't because he    
supposedly loved women  
and couldn't get enough of them ...  
   
It was because one  
out of every two females  
had no respect for their own    
gender, let alone themselves  
   
Nowadays, I might not be  
much to gaze upon, but mirrorwise  
at least I can look myself in the eyes  
again---  
   
Hey, up here, Buddy! FOCUS!  
   
Notice the fireworks have returned?!  
   
The celebration is on! for a woman  
finally being crowned Vice President  
of the United States of America;  
   
and this is no country for lipsticked  
pigs  
   
   
 
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anna_grin
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ilchruthach
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thank you again mw

Girthquake
Girthquake
Lost Thinker
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What Women Want

Who the fuck knows.
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Girthquake
Girthquake
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What Men Want

I'll now tell a little story
About a young lad named John
He could trick you into sex
He was one hell of a con
But when you'd wake up
Well, he'd already be gone
To him you meant nothing
You were nothing but a pawn
Only one thing you could do
To keep John's attention on you
A hammer fist to his sack
Not one but a few
Bully his package, you need to be cruel
Your bat and his sword. now begin the duel
If you emerge victorious and leave his cock aching
Your hand in marriage John will be taking
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anna_grin
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ilchruthach
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cool story bro

Magdalena
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Wales
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she bound you in asphalt

her effort is exhausting
the braille is clumsy, with less answers    
than the fortune teller's crystal ball
those lines on your palms are too faint  
to speak in any kind of language  
   
your sick pillow ash fog atmosphere  
ribs and waist cancer subway  
of bone, flesh and death  
where smoke moves through    
your tar factory she makes roads from
this last holy fucking christ moment  
   
you misunderstood her  
didn't see past yourself  
 
all that you have done  
cannot be undone from the other side  
 
and so  
she will leave you in limbo  
in the dark bruises of your betrayal    
in the screams that you left here  
in the wilted flowers cast aside  
she will shove your misdemeanours  
down your ghost throat  
-haunt you from this side  
   
 
 
Written by Magdalena
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anna_grin
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ilchruthach
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thank you Magdalena x

Girthquake
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whether youve come to terms with it or not, we all know that's what men want

anna_grin
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ilchruthach
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Girthquake said:whether youve come to terms with it or not, we all know that's what men want

listen up

im more than happy to stamp on your dick until it resembles crushed red jelly

you are free to say what you like and im free to totally ignore you

Ahavati
Ahavati
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In Your Face

 

What you say to a poet should be
carefully measured, not edited.
Do not mistake caramel
and the sweetness
of silence for censorship.
If she is blind, she will still peel
one good layer of your laugh,
she will have an analyst come
to your window in the night
and scrape the breath
from your pane to ensure
you are not sneaking a secret --
if she is not blind she will
poke holes through the air,
a pocket to insert your 7th
grade fear of mundane,
you're exquisite talent
for evasion as a child,
your distaste for girls
with a pierced agenda.
You will have to entertain
her by translating
something once
and only once,
so long ago it was
an ancestor to a formula
for the very sound of speech.

She will give you the entire
chocolate cake.
But, if you don't think
of offering her the farm
your leather jacket
a strange plot of land by the lake
the DNA of your first skinned knee
lobbed off in hesitation of wholeness,
then don't offer a poet an excuse,
an orb of onion rotating, sweltering
in its own sweaty juice, because
she will lob it back in your face.
~
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anna_grin
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ilchruthach
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thank you a x

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