Submissions by lolasurf99 (Shawnelle Martineaux)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been searching forever. For what? I don't know...but I've managed to find some cool relics to prove I'm on the right road.
Beauty
His eyes scan every curve
of a body beaten around
constantly by
the need for validation.
Every head given
to the lusts of nature
Ravenous beasts feasting on her
chest in glances.
If it were your mother,
what would you want?
If it were your mother,
what would you want him
to want?
They judge and see her fit
not even knowing her name or
from whence she came.
Because it is only skin deep and
nobody knows that in her is a
brilliant soul.
She will never know that one day
someone would say
I can...
of a body beaten around
constantly by
the need for validation.
Every head given
to the lusts of nature
Ravenous beasts feasting on her
chest in glances.
If it were your mother,
what would you want?
If it were your mother,
what would you want him
to want?
They judge and see her fit
not even knowing her name or
from whence she came.
Because it is only skin deep and
nobody knows that in her is a
brilliant soul.
She will never know that one day
someone would say
I can...
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The Beauty of the Beast
Honesty.
It is the one thing that separates people from dogs.
Yet at first glance, his sharp
teeth and
tough skin makes you brand him a dog.
Up in his mansion he sits
day in, day out almost not existing.
Not existing yet instilling fear in every man, woman and child who
lives in the shadows of his wealth.
He was a vain man.
In the presence of his money, his face shone like gold.
His money was his face
and the power of hate bred in his loins festered until he became
dead to his own lust for wealth.
He pretends to be no man....
It is the one thing that separates people from dogs.
Yet at first glance, his sharp
teeth and
tough skin makes you brand him a dog.
Up in his mansion he sits
day in, day out almost not existing.
Not existing yet instilling fear in every man, woman and child who
lives in the shadows of his wealth.
He was a vain man.
In the presence of his money, his face shone like gold.
His money was his face
and the power of hate bred in his loins festered until he became
dead to his own lust for wealth.
He pretends to be no man....
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Me
I vacillate between the whimsical and disruptive
Scolding myself for not being me
Hating myself for being me
Wondering who I am.
I soar in a world unknown to my eyes
feel its breeze on my skin and swear I have never known it.
The pity of conscience combats the empathy of emptiness I feel.
I transform into verses,
colour a page in confusion;
oh bright hues it burns!
And some people call it art.
Others call me the artist, yet it is I on the page.
Who or what am I?
Scolding myself for not being me
Hating myself for being me
Wondering who I am.
I soar in a world unknown to my eyes
feel its breeze on my skin and swear I have never known it.
The pity of conscience combats the empathy of emptiness I feel.
I transform into verses,
colour a page in confusion;
oh bright hues it burns!
And some people call it art.
Others call me the artist, yet it is I on the page.
Who or what am I?
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Labyrinth
Corners,
twisting and turning through my mind;
a coiled nothingness stacked atop my existence
and bending my back to breaking.
Like Theseus' journey.
My minotaurs attack me with hopes to tear me to shreds.
My thoughts gnarl and scratch at my life.
I am torn between the knowledge that every maze has an end
and the fact that I am still on my way to finding that end; that grace; that peace.
Self annihilation or resilience?
I curse the day I made myself a puzzle so tough to crack.
twisting and turning through my mind;
a coiled nothingness stacked atop my existence
and bending my back to breaking.
Like Theseus' journey.
My minotaurs attack me with hopes to tear me to shreds.
My thoughts gnarl and scratch at my life.
I am torn between the knowledge that every maze has an end
and the fact that I am still on my way to finding that end; that grace; that peace.
Self annihilation or resilience?
I curse the day I made myself a puzzle so tough to crack.
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My Ex Is Sexy
Everybody has that sexy ex-boyfriend.
You know the one…
With the piercing eyes and washboard abs?
He’s so SMART.
He’s so good at sports and speaks such flawless
English.
You always have to remind yourself why he was a bad idea because
He sure as hell looks like a great one.
I’m sure we all remember the details too!
There was always the sexy way he avoided conversations he didn’t want to have.
He knew how to say ALL the right things.
He knew how not to say all the right things even more.
I remember how my sexy ex ALWAYS disappeared when I...
You know the one…
With the piercing eyes and washboard abs?
He’s so SMART.
He’s so good at sports and speaks such flawless
English.
You always have to remind yourself why he was a bad idea because
He sure as hell looks like a great one.
I’m sure we all remember the details too!
There was always the sexy way he avoided conversations he didn’t want to have.
He knew how to say ALL the right things.
He knew how not to say all the right things even more.
I remember how my sexy ex ALWAYS disappeared when I...
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Soulmates
The furtive hands of half a lover, searching earnestly for himself
among the faces he encounters, is bound,
by faith and fate,
to find his other hand
surreptitiously searching for him...
among the faces he didn't know he encountered.
Two hands clasped together form one heart.
among the faces he encounters, is bound,
by faith and fate,
to find his other hand
surreptitiously searching for him...
among the faces he didn't know he encountered.
Two hands clasped together form one heart.
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Love
To speak of love should be a crime;
because to love we owe all debts.
Our acts of kindness, clandestine
Shall motivate us on life's quest.
If we do good so good will be
be sure one day we shall collide
upon the road of battles won.
Love given in itself is a battle won
freely.
because to love we owe all debts.
Our acts of kindness, clandestine
Shall motivate us on life's quest.
If we do good so good will be
be sure one day we shall collide
upon the road of battles won.
Love given in itself is a battle won
freely.
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Jezebel...the Manipulative Bitch
How do I do this?
If I weigh my benefits out...
If I only weigh them out, I can see.
My best option is to screw him.
Screw them all!
My husband can't read or write.
He can't pay for food.
We've got four kids to feed.
They are hungry.
He is no man.
I will screw him.
It seems we have a little problem on our hands.
I cannot benefit unless it's out in the open.
I feel guilty.
Should love hide?
We're screwing. So what?
Kick him out landlord!
Tell my children's father he is no man!
Take his place....
If I weigh my benefits out...
If I only weigh them out, I can see.
My best option is to screw him.
Screw them all!
My husband can't read or write.
He can't pay for food.
We've got four kids to feed.
They are hungry.
He is no man.
I will screw him.
It seems we have a little problem on our hands.
I cannot benefit unless it's out in the open.
I feel guilty.
Should love hide?
We're screwing. So what?
Kick him out landlord!
Tell my children's father he is no man!
Take his place....
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Addicted
It's that one moment
When the best friend you love has a new girlfriend
And you are torn between wanting
The best for him and
being the jealous bitch you promised him you wouldn't be.
He knows I love him.
He says he loves me too.
Shut it.
Like a friend.
LIKE A FRIEND.
LIKE. A friend.
I gave you your heart.
I built you up when you said you were broken.
When you couldn't feel I was your sense of reality.
I built a house for a stranger to live in.
Not my choice!
Go figure!
But now I am shaking.
I shake from the...
When the best friend you love has a new girlfriend
And you are torn between wanting
The best for him and
being the jealous bitch you promised him you wouldn't be.
He knows I love him.
He says he loves me too.
Shut it.
Like a friend.
LIKE A FRIEND.
LIKE. A friend.
I gave you your heart.
I built you up when you said you were broken.
When you couldn't feel I was your sense of reality.
I built a house for a stranger to live in.
Not my choice!
Go figure!
But now I am shaking.
I shake from the...
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You
To whom it may concern,
I was never good enough for you.
I never belonged in your world.
I was always too ugly and too fat.
My eyes were too big.
I smiled too much.
I smelled funny.
I was too much of a nerd.
I found somewhere that I would be appreciated.
I found somewhere to showcase uniqueness.
I found someone to love my flaws.
I found a world where being me was the only thing that matters.
I’m making a damn good salary doing just what you said I shouldn’t.
To whom it may concern,
I saw your smiles but heard your words.
I felt...
I was never good enough for you.
I never belonged in your world.
I was always too ugly and too fat.
My eyes were too big.
I smiled too much.
I smelled funny.
I was too much of a nerd.
I found somewhere that I would be appreciated.
I found somewhere to showcase uniqueness.
I found someone to love my flaws.
I found a world where being me was the only thing that matters.
I’m making a damn good salary doing just what you said I shouldn’t.
To whom it may concern,
I saw your smiles but heard your words.
I felt...
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Feminism, Chauvinism and the like
I believe in the power of womanhood!
There is power invested in every womb to
hurt his heart and belittle him.
His masculinity is inferior because
the sway of my hips in these short shorts make him salute me.
He rises in my honour as I
dance down the street wearing scarcely clothes
Though my attitude should make him wish he hung in shame.
There is power in every womb to slap into submission every
standing penis for the sake of femininity.
He does not deserve me.
He does not deserve respect yet,
even if he does, I cannot give it to him.
I can...
There is power invested in every womb to
hurt his heart and belittle him.
His masculinity is inferior because
the sway of my hips in these short shorts make him salute me.
He rises in my honour as I
dance down the street wearing scarcely clothes
Though my attitude should make him wish he hung in shame.
There is power in every womb to slap into submission every
standing penis for the sake of femininity.
He does not deserve me.
He does not deserve respect yet,
even if he does, I cannot give it to him.
I can...
#women
#men
#CallToAction #feminism
#CallToAction #feminism
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Imagine
Close your eyes.
Think.
Imagine what it would be like to be free.
Feel the wind on your face.
Feel his hand on your heart.
Feel the forbidden thing
just once.
Doesn't it feel good?
Open your eyes.
Free yourself.
It should feel good every day.
The greatest disservice you can do is to keep yourself
from you.
Just imagine.
Just do.
Think.
Imagine what it would be like to be free.
Feel the wind on your face.
Feel his hand on your heart.
Feel the forbidden thing
just once.
Doesn't it feel good?
Open your eyes.
Free yourself.
It should feel good every day.
The greatest disservice you can do is to keep yourself
from you.
Just imagine.
Just do.
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