childhood, deadly sins, high thoughts, poems about my anxiety, random thoughts, religiousness

give em face

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after I’ve picked my outfit of the day
I choose the face I intend to display.

eeny meeny miny moe

they’re all lined up in rows
see, I have quite a few
22, to be exact. 

sometimes I think,
maybe that’s a lot
but then I put on the face of acceptance
in place of the one
with my truth
nailed to the lips

each one has its own special ability
to hide the certain aspects of this soul
that I find too honest
to be shown to the public

that is what my faces are for.

to comfort their eyes.
to hide my sins.

I am the me you want to see.
don’t I look presentable?

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high thoughts, poems about my anxiety, random thoughts

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deadly sins, high thoughts, random thoughts

Casper, the “friendly” ghost

he glides over me
in the middle of the night
he breathes
caressing my skin like
cool whispers in hot places
I quiver as he moves
up then down again

he is the truth of my dreams.

he resembles a starry night
and kisses with lips like
silent lightning
I combust as he moves
up then down again

from my temples to my toes
he glides
leaving lightning behind
my lips my nips my thighs my lips
stopping there to enjoy the sea
I spill as he moves
up then down again

I imagine him like
I imagine life without clothes
I would observe him like
a gardener observing a rose
Would his skin resemble the lightning in his kiss…
I wouldn’t know
my eyes are still closed.

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