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Laces and laces
tie you into strung out knots
Tearing out your teeth
That wind around
the foot's clothings' long tongue
Straddling you in
For a bumpy ride
'round your taut and haunting past
Stretched and holding
You back from pleasure
the strings that lace you within
Never asking why
Lest the pop seam thinks
that the strings aren't tight enough
For your restraints.
tie you into strung out knots
Tearing out your teeth
That wind around
the foot's clothings' long tongue
Straddling you in
For a bumpy ride
'round your taut and haunting past
Stretched and holding
You back from pleasure
the strings that lace you within
Never asking why
Lest the pop seam thinks
that the strings aren't tight enough
For your restraints.
Literature
A Haiku
Light well past Midnight
full moon glow, lamp post bright, or
Netflix Marathon
Literature
Heaviness
How did it
End up like
This?
Heaviness
Settling
Upon us
Weighing us
Down
Sucking our
Soul out of
Our bodies
Leaving
Only a trace
Of life once
Lived and
Now
Emptiness
Is building
Homes in
Our skin
Literature
It Is Hope
Dollar signs swarm like wasps,
Threaten to sting from all directions.
They thicken, become the fog of depression,
The choking, crippling fog, threatening to solidify,
Become the dark abyss, the place knowledge fails
to picture out of pure terror.
But then, a spark.
Will it ignite?
What is it?
Employment? Success?
Happiness?
It is these things and more, yet it is not.
It is hope.
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Still, would love hear your thoughts and constructive criticism!
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I feel as though I like the theme you have going here. There's a lot implied in the first and last stanzas that, coupled with the poem's title, make me think perhaps this could be about the incredible difficulty that comes with standards of beauty and how this struggle can affect anyone, regardless of gender. That said, I'm not really sure if my initial interpretation fits. The middle stanzas are a bit murky to me and while the feeling they give is pretty definite, the wording is a bit dizzying and tricky to unravel (heh, fabric puns). You might want to consider giving this one more read-through to see if any of that middle stuff can be tightened up a little. The feeling behind the piece is apparent, though 
Good luck with your future writing!
Good luck with your future writing!