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The Porn Poem

I look at you and it seems that everything is...perfect.
Your eyes, your lips, the way your hair curls just right.
The way you laugh and the way you make me laugh.
You're educated, sometimes you prove me wrong and I find it so sexy when you do.

And then...
I remember...
What you watch late at night on your computer.
High bandwidth.
I know you know what I'm talking about.

Look,
don't bother to deny it,
'Cause I know you do.
You're a guy.

I'm not faulting you for it but I can't help but think to myself
How can I possibly compete?

All I have left is to hope that you will not actually hold me to those standards.
That watching those women hasn't spoiled you.
Because as we both know,
I am not six foot tall
I do not have size D breasts, or C, or B...
And I will not be having sex with you, or anyone, anytime soon.

So will I always be wondering to myself, will you be comparing me to her, when your eyes are on me? Will you be thinking of the generic woman who you watch in your "films" or will you be prepared to accept that I am here, in the flesh right now, in front of you.

Will it ever be enough that you mean so much to me?
That there is nothing better to me than to then to be with you,
Than to feel the short caress of our hands together?
That there is nothing more intoxicating to me
Than to share a laugh with you
Or a small acknowledging all knowing smile shared between us.

These are the questions I ask myself and I wonder if you know that I only compare myself to those woman because I am afraid that you do.

Author notes

The reason I feel close to this poem is because I've brought it to a few slams but can never work up the nerve to perform it live. To personal I suppose, I'm saving up my nerve slowly though, it will be performed...one day.

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  • Virgoan
    May 26, 2008

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    I can feel the definitive tone of this piece...very personal.

    I like the contemporary rendition of thoughts on this one.

    Keep sharing your gift



    HENSLEY


  • Re-invention silver member
    May 22, 2008

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    well the feeling is to visible love,and for being so visible it looses the concept of poetry.. but you write it personal so it can still be readble.. you should try to rearange the poem a bit, give it a tweak... but very well penned and you indeed have a lot of nerve to write this.. best of luck!

    • abyssal
      May 22, 2008
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      Thank-you.

      How is it that the piece loses the concept of poetry? I'm not quite sure I understand.


  • TheDemonEve
    May 9, 2008

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    You have a lot of nerve to post this, and that is something to be respected. This is a bit to prose for me, but in any case you have talent as a writer. And don't ever think you need to be anyone but you, you are wonderful the way you are.

    Best of luck and thanks for entering!


  • hollowriver
    April 27, 2008

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    there were so many good points
    i have o say this piece spoke to me
    i realy could relate
    thank you


  • Manoj Sanyal
    April 22, 2008
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    Interesting...
    Best wishes and good luck


  • jocelynclaire
    April 15, 2008

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    Interesting read, good job. This is definitely one of the many complications that women face daily. Thanks for entering!


  • dabpunx
    April 11, 2008

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    beautiful poem. reality could never replace fantasy and the right guy will leave you no doubt that you are his queen.


  • broken bloody angel
    April 10, 2008
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    this is so damn true...beautifu!!

    -Bella


  • Dreamana
    April 10, 2008

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    Sadly true

    This is sad but true. The media along with the porn industry have a lot to answer for. As a man I have learned to look at what is within not an image, but so many youger people seem to expect an artificial perfection. My poem "conformity gone mad" addresses a few of the issues that can lead to anorexia etc.

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