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Desiree Martinez Poem
Hair like the beautiful brown bark on a tree,
but soft like the wind and the clouds.
Eyes shining and sparkling like the light reflecting off rippling water,
and so very deep like the oceans.
Nose, not like a branch, but there.
Out of the way like the sun is on a cloudy day.
Mouth. Lips of perfection; draped with scarlet.
Their imperfection attracts desperation.
Neck. Smooth and perfect, like the sand that stretches across the deserts.
Chest like non other, yet nothing bad at all.
Stomach and navel draw the eyes of passerby.
So precious its surface, longing for lips to touch and someone embrace.
Flat like the horizon, but curvy like waves in the sea.
Hips, bony and visible.
Draws attention when letting them show.
Thighs, soft and scrumptious, as one might say.
Lacks ugliness, as cow does stripes.
Knees of a warrior princess.
Strong and mighty, but pretty in the process.
Shins, so sharp and revealing.
With the calf's trailing behind like ducklings behind their mother.
Ankles of beauty, which lead to the foot.
Planted flatly each time it comes in contact with the ground.
So exact, the posture of the body.
Like a brick wall, never to come down.
This is the perfect body.
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In the obscurity,
but not such habitual darkness,
with the light dancing
across my moonlit face,
I drift in the wind.
It carefully carries me to the shore;
the waters edge.
My reflection is unbearable.
I don't know who I am anymore. But still,
here, I come to think.
Imagine, reflect, feel, and consider.
Everything in all and through all.
Despite the fact that all is acceptable and beautiful,
things are to be accomplished.
The wind is quick to snatch up my thoughts before brought into consideration;
brought to my attention, and are obliterated from my mind.
I am now perplexed and multifaceted.
I begin to argue with myself. Differentiating between my feelings.
Which ones are accurate, and which are erroneous.
I begin to weep. What's the point, really?
All that I, at one time lived for, has vanished and left me isolated on this forbidden
shore.
What does death mean for me?
No more hurts, hang-ups, pain, nor melancholy.
Insecurities gone.
Overflowing tears, finally mopped up.
Freedom to sing, laugh, and play.
Which some I have forgotten how to do, through time.
No more mind thieves.
I will be able to take pleasure in my existence,
wherever I may possibly be.
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Roots fading from dehydration
as the fire obliterates all.
Whilst black clouds
rain unfamiliar drops of blue.
The oppressor
forces objects upon the population.
Objects perceived as evil;
a strong unpleasant burden.
What has come about?
I wish to escape it.
Still it feels harmless,
for I identify with my own eyes,
in it, Christ.
It's awfully mystifying though,
for I feel hesitant.
While it's destructive
I notice the crucifixion.
Can all this be present in the world?
How did it come to be?
It's like the world senses mankind is
lukewarm, and spews its garbage on it recurrently.
Dumping all the malevolence ever created
on each and every soul,
and there's no way to elude it.
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I feel alone,
ignored,
abandoned.
Does anyone see,
hear,
care,
appear to notice?
I feel mistreated,
used,
disrespected,
confused.
Is anyone paying attention to me,
listening to me,
hearing me out,
wondering about me?
Something just happened,
took place,
occurred,
went on without one remorseful face.
More concerned about other things.
Lies,
rumors,
things unknown; in disguise.
I feel unwanted,
left behind,
given up,
neglected.
Cant you see the fight,
internally,
physically,
spiritually and emotionally?
I'm hurt.
Full of pain,
discomfort,
shame.
Does it even matter what happened?
I feel the situation has been forgotten.
Comfort me,
reassure me,
hug me;
talk to me.
Tell me everything will be okay.
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I am the tiger whose eyes are inflamed with anger
I am that blackest of black that is empty but full of our shadows
I am the flood that washes you away with my waves
I am the wonderer that wonders why you
I am a freight train whose sounds, drowns all the sounds you make
I am not listening although I'm in front of you
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I had a family.
We were separated.
My heart was broken.
I've tried to move on with life.
Nothing more to say.
I had a family.
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