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Pain

There was a time 
When thunder was my shelter
Lightening and rain
I adored them 
Because this was where i could sob
And noone would know 
Id scream
And it could be disguised like smile
It was like hard tide hitting hard 
Every time
Just when i thought  i was gone
I was washed ashore undrowned
That day went
Like all days do
But still that terrible ten
Always hit like
A ship breaking in to two
The tears dried 
I promised my self 
To never be again teary eyed
I learned something from that cry
The heart mended
I vowed it would never be again broken 
That throb is still there
But never will i feel or cry
Or damn even sigh
The waves of time will wash over
the concealer now a blessing 
And rain a curse


This Body

This body
This body is a lie 
Taught that this body 
Is only pretty 
Because it is honey 
Because I didn't stay in 
The sun too long
Because I reflect my father 
And my grandfather 
Who was a reflection 
Of light 
This body 
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that 
I don't want to show 
I am not happy 
This body
Makes me laugh 
Like everything is funny 
But nothing is funny 
Because I am serious
This body 
I want to hide 
Because men look at it 
And drool over it 
Like it is a piece of steak 
Like I am not human 
Like I don't deserve 
The choice to say no 
Because his body 
Gets what it wants
But my body 
Gets stolen from me 
Every time he says he wants me 
But I won't let that happen
Because if he try to bust in me 
I will bust back
And I won't let him take 
From me 
The only thing that was given 
To me 
Because I never had anything 
But this body 
this body 
Was made wrong 
Not that I wish I was male 
But because I was taught 
To never love a another female 
And I feel weird because I love 
Both 
But I hate the terms they call 
This body 
Because my mother named me 
Ceeairra 
Not straight 
Not Gay
Not bi 
I am Ceeairra 
In this body 
This body 
Is fake 
Because I mark it up 
With makeup 
To hide everything I hold 
Inside 
I am tired 
I am exhausted 
My concealer doesn't 
Only hide the bags underneath 
My eye
But hides the war that's going
On inside my mind 
 my eyeliner holds 
The tears that I fight 
With every night 
Because if they came out 
It would only make this body
Look weak 
Like this body 
Ain't got enough 
Things to prove 
I'm sick of this body 
Tired of this body telling 
Me what to do 
Tired of people judging 
Me because of 
This body 
I am not just 
This body 
I am more than 
this body 
So please stop just 
looking At 
This body

Angels of Mercy

Angels of Mercy

To all those who have been deemed essential 
Dealing with a virus, with a death rate so potential 
Looking into the eyes of a gowned, masked healer
Seeing fatigue and fear, but bravely the concealer

To all the police officers, who place their lives on the line
To all the nurses, who lovingly care for all those confined 
To all the doctors, who have always been there for us all
To all the paramedics, caring for the big and very small

To all the bus drivers who bravely take people to and fro
To all the truckers, driving lonely, away from all they know
To all the grocery workers, stocking shelves of what we need 
To all the frontline workers, always there to help us succeed 

To all the families, adhering to all the social distancing now
To all the children, in this fearful time, being brave somehow
To each and everyone of us, this virus has somehow touched
We are all angels of mercy, our undying humanity untouched 

By
Charlie Baker

Premium Member those smoky eyes

J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.

Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway
makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.

As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.

TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.

JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game
by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.

Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on
concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.

If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”

And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
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Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png

Purple Green

I loved my make up today
My yellow concealer blended mighty well
At least it didn't turn out  gray
Don't forget to draw water from the well

I kissed his fist so hard today
I smiled as I touched my bleeding lip
I admired the color in the mirror
I begged the heavens for this day
His artwork has no error
At least he touched me
 ME
I won't forget to draw water from the well

The green and purple looked good today
I'm thinking of having the pattern tatted
Stencil huh
My mother chased me away
I don't think she liked the tattoo idea
As long as I remain the perfect canvas
I will draw water from the well


Premium Member Look Closely

Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
            garden of glossy geraniums.
There, sprouts rosemary dreams
           from an untouched silhouette,
           eager to be seen beyond 
      her perfumed pigments. 

Her universe was sprinkled 
with starry streams 
of gleaming rays, 
as she swayed to symphonic 
serenades filled with hazel dust.
They may gawk with greedy 
glares as wide as the night sky,
marking her with lecherous 
objects that only please 
shameless eyes.

She was never 
in need of a sixth sense
to understand iron glances
that travel in nefarious packs,
with sugar-burnt hunger 
washing all over her
unblistered flesh,
judging her concealer 
as a manipulative facade,
seeking uncalled-for affirmations
that she never solicited,
misconceiving her thin lines 
of red-river lipstick.

Her summer physique allowed 
no consent for invasive intrusion,
yet carnal cravings become 
unwelcome toxic trespassers.

Their immoral thoughts 
believe shallow words 
give them wanderlust wings,
while sinister stars in their sky
label her a soulless mannequin,
objectifying her 
cinnamon-glazed skin,
sun-kissed hair, 
and pecan-powdered~
caramelized voluptuous flare,
with their vehement 
voracious desires.
Swinging penetrative thin blades 
of opinions from miles,
oblivious to the fact that 
she is the sanguine strength 
that strolls in silver silence 
across spiky swards,
suppressing the pain her 
bones have endured with 
every whiskering 
whistle they wolfed.
There, if the mauve moon and 
crystalline constellations look closely,
they would find versatile 
mirrors of meaning 
reflecting the times 
she parades a smile too
comfortable to wear,
for they have concluded 
her bed to be a shrine 
of blenders and
overflowing thickened blades,
cursed by the biological
sins of Adam's ancestors.

Make-Up

I like wearing makeup in the way that I do it
I like my big eyeliner, my colourful eyelids
My cheeks covered in a heavy layer of blush
A small little highlighter heart on the tip of my nose
And a shiny spot right on my angel kiss
A eyeliner drawing of a heart or a bee
Sometimes a star on the freckle by my eye
Colours of eyeshadow that match my fun earrings
Maybe my outfit, and maybe my shoes
I hate wearing makeup in the way of my peers
Skinny sharp eyeliner, tan or beige eyelids
Face covered in a layer of foundation, concealer, and bronzer
Highlight on only ever cheekbones
And of course the bridge of the nose
No cute little heart right by their eye
No colours to match with, they just wear gold earrings
Not to say that their makeup isn’t gorgeous 
It suits them quite well although to me it's boring
They are happy with their makeup and that's all that really matters
But I wonder what they would do without societal pressures
© Fya Cole  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Royal Flush the Revealer

In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila

On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila

Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer

Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla

As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler

Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer

But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer

To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer

He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer

Gone were his days as slick professional concealer

He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla

Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla


30th December 2019
Form: Monorhyme

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