Bulimia NervosaDoes mother notice my visits to the bathroomBulimia Nervosa2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have become more frequent of late?
And how they always seem to be after meal times
When with my parents I’ve just ate
Does she stand in the hall outside the bathroom
With her ear pressed against the door?
Wondering why the tap is running so fast
And what I’ve flushed the toilet twice for
Has she seen all of the empty sweet wrappers
Hidden under my bed when she cleans?
Does she fully understand the significance
Of what this behaviour actually means?
Is purge even a word in her vocabulary
To which she’s able to define?
Does she believe my words or my sunken eyes
When I insist to her that I am fine?
Does father notice that I spend many hours
In front of our full length mirror?
Intensely staring at my pathetic reflection
Yet the image never becomes clearer
I see something different to what he can see
A distortion of his little girl
Whose control over this food and this eating
Is the only control she has in this world
Has he tri
The Family Has Been InformedBullets that are too far away to hear back homeThe Family Has Been Informed2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But words that will forever ring just as loud in my ears
Delivered from the lips of a uniformed man
The sympathetic sentence any mother fears to hear
I turn away as if ignoring his presence
Will make this unwanted reality go away
But he repeats that he is sorry for my loss
Those words are the last thing I remember of that day
I find myself looking out of the back yard window
On the swings in the garden I still see my boy play
I am bringing drinks out to him and his brothers
Under the sun, on the grass, on endless summer days
Those memories like photographs in frames on the wall
Now show my son with a wife and child of his own
A husband and father torn from their loving arms
In to the mass grave-in-waiting of a war zone
His old bedroom was already a shrine to him
Even before his blood soaked deep in to the desert sands
We waited for him to return from his first tour
Knowing the boy we’d said goodbye to would come home a man
Today I DiedSometimes when I watch the sunriseToday I Died2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I imagine the first sunrise of all time
With so much potential for love
In the pure light of that dawning sunshine
God, you have given life to us
I see endless love in the tears that you cry
I am ready to drown within them
But you spared me today, I didn’t die
Sometimes when I see her smiling
I hope it’s because she is thinking of me
Maybe that time we watched the sunset
Or perhaps some other loving memory
God, I can see something in her
That no one else seems to be able to see
I just ask that when she prays to find love
You will direct her thoughts towards me
Sometimes when we watched the sunset
I’d imagine the last sunset of all time
My soul would not be cast into darkness
As your love would illuminate mine
God, today you will take my life from me
And as one last sun will sink in to the sea
Though I thank you for my life and for her love
Now is my time to become a memory
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wantedSimple Girl Complicated Problems5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarketYoung January1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
FacesOh the storm clouds they are gathering nowFaces1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Winds are lifting grains of sand from the shore
The patterns in which they rearrange themselves
Are too relevant for me to ignore
Faces from the past that I recognise
Faces from the future that I have not met
Faces from a life I thought I’d left behind
Faces that I tried so hard to forget
Oh the storm clouds they are gathering now
My whole life has been a prelude to this day
For each grain of sand lifted from the shore
There are a million more that are blown away
Faces from a past that I never lived
Faces from a future that was not my fate
They swallow me up whole in this dust bowl
Then spew me out as I contemplate
Oh the storm clouds they have been and gone
And left me alone with an empty space
Situated somewhere between my memories
And my fragile, regretful mind state
Faces fill those voids as we move through life
Faces that are like footprints in the sand
Some are blown away as quickly as they came
Others guide us from the dark place
Roomies? LokixReader FanFic pt3“DO YOU SURRENDER?” You demanded, digging your knees into Loki’s thighs as you slammed his hands down on the ground above his head, pinning him facedown beneath you.Roomies? LokixReader FanFic pt32 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“Hardly.” He sneered, suddenly disappearing from beneath you in a flash of green light. With his body no longer beneath you, you fell to the ground. Before you could get back up, you felt him on top of you. His body was sprawled over you, each of his limbs pinning one of yours. You tried to struggle but he was stronger than you or heavier at least. He nestled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You couldn’t help but shiver, which made him chuckle.
“Get-off-of-me.” You moaned, wiggling under him.
He laughed harder, nuzzling you again, “Oh, no, I enjoy this, how you call, ‘wrestling’. Besides, you started it.” You tried to struggle, but he tightened his grip on your wrists. “Do you surrender?” He whispered into your ear, his b
Emerald SkyEmerald Sky3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What if things were different than they now appear to be?
Wouldn't it be awesome if the seas were made of tea?
I wonder what it'd be like if the sands were shades of gray,
would the people visit still and would the children play?
I'll bet that if the birds could speak they'd say a thing or two!
What if a fish could whistle or could hum a tune for you?
Imagine how you'd feel if you could breathe under the sea,
or could fly up through the clouds and meet a hawk, or maybe three?
If I had a paintbrush big enough to paint the sky,
I'd paint it emerald green and leave the whole world wondering why.
The grass I'd color purple and the clay I'd change to blue.
Think of all the fun things we could think and say and do!
Wouldn't it be something if a child could stop a war?
And wouldn't you be stunned if hunger plagued the earth no more?
How grateful we would be to celebrate diversity.
How happy I would be to share with you my shady tree.
Sick!Mutant!ReaderXGamzeeReaderP.O.VSick!Mutant!ReaderXGamzee2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Ugh...gog I feel like freaking crud"
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[ ] Gamzee...no please dont come over.
Shiz now Gamzee is going to come over and see how bad you look,wait!You painfully get up and lock the doors and windows then you push the table to the door blocking it.After feeling satisfied you head back to your recupercoon but fall dizzily to the floor.You feel that the floor is comfortable enough and decide to fall asleep here.
"HmM...SoMtHiNg aInT MoThErFrEaKiN RiGhT.ShE AlL Up bArRaCkEd tHe dOoR."Welp at least she forgot about showed me where the key is.You reach into the bush and pull out a key.Thats when you feel somthing long and slippery.You honk loudly before quickly cov
IsolationLocked away in dreamless sleep,Isolation2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a darkness without thoughts.
The feeling of claustrophobia,
like cold, damp graveyard plots.
Solitude or confinement,
that line is yours to draw.
But fore me pure isolation,
is the only thing I saw.
A prison of my own mind,
in the company of myself.
For all my dreams are in a box,
bound, and on a dusty shelf.
Little BirdLittle bird,Little Bird4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
Into the MadnessFollow the thought as it hops away,Into the Madness3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
into the deep dark hole.
Let curiosity lend a spring to your step,
to chase after the unknown.
Endlessly, endlessly let yourself fall,
into the vivid black.
Either choose to change or stay mundane,
for there is no turning back.
Run, run, into the fields,
where ideas bud in the plain.
They sprout, and grow and wither.
Better pluck a few good ones to save.
Wander until you know where to go,
for Anywhere will never do.
Morph into the form that you wish to be.
Do not hide in your cocoon.
Be deaf towards scarring words of scorn.
Allow no one to take your head.
The day the dreams you have become not your own,
shall be the day your Self is dead.
Remember that thought you followed,
away from the world of bitter hate,
and stumbled towards the world where people learn to love
themselves before it was too late.
Fall into the madness.
Question not where it leads.
Follow no path set before you,
or you'll never be set free.
Forge your way of Madness.
Do not be afr
31. FlowerYou, my love, are like a flower:31. Flower2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Facing shower after shower
Of icy rain, snow and hail.
Delicate petals in heavy gale
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Of icy rain, snow and hail
Still you'll bloom in spring again.
Caught in winter's deadly cling
Facing shower after shower
Still you'll bloom in spring again:
You, my love, are like a flower.
Why I writeI write to share my story with the windWhy I write1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to pour my thoughts out to the sky
I write to sympathize with the moon
I write and write
I write to silence the voice in my head
I write to calm the raging storm inside
I write to bore those demons to sleep
I write and write
I write in hopes that one day you would understand
(my words, my thoughts, my methods, my madness)
And I’ll continue to write
Until that day comes.
The Laughing BoyThere once was a boy who smiled alot,The Laughing Boy2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We called him the laughing boy,
because its better to have a name than to not.
That boy laughed and smiled wherever he went,
I wish that he was still here,
I just wish that his spirit hadn't gotten so bent.
He was battered and beaten but still he smiled,
His smile spread happiness wherever he went,
Imagine what could be if his heart hadn't been defiled.
He was battered and beaten just a little too much,
He has countless sad stories,
And now he's cold to the touch.
There once was a boy who smiled alot,
But now his eyes are empty with despair,
and of happiness, now he knows naught.
Elephant SpeaksI knew that I could dance - I knew.Elephant Speaks3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The animals that can are few.
It's parrots, people, and then me.
What is it that we share, we three?
Put down your hook, you young mahout.
Play me the Beatles' "Twist and Shout."
Change the worldWe are living in a world where peace is just a lie.Change the world2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How many of us have wanted to flee and just fly?
So many things in these days are wrong.
Where are the people who fight, who are strong?
Our planet is going down and we are the ones responsible.
After all these years of death and war, peace is impossible.
We are killing our own kind, can’t you see the truth?
No matter how hard we fight, mankind’s going to lose.
They don’t give a damn about you, no matter how loud you shout!
The world is going down and you think I will shut my mouth?
No matter what they say, don’t believe a word!
It is our turn to lead and change the world!
After CenturiesThe towers hover;After Centuries1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they do not budge.
But time uncovers
what is and was.
The treasures lost,
the jewels unseen
will one day leave
You're that girlYou're that girl,You're that girl1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're 17 of age but your weight says you're 10.
Refusing to eat even though you pretend.
They see you lost weight once again,
You sit here alone without any friend.
You're that girl,
You're putting on a smile; A fake one that is.
You're depressed, hurt, and no longer give a shit
You want to live a happy life again, that is your wish.
Yet only a hand full of minutes before you decide to quit.
You're that girl,
You're being chased, haunted and fear for your life.
You chose the wrong path and made the wrong friends.
You're sick of being threatened by a gun or a knife.
You want to get rid of yourself because it all makes no sense.
You're that girl,
You're used, abused, your innocence has been taken.
"It's not his fault, you are to blame."
Everyone says you're at fault, now you have been forsaken.
You cry in the mirror and feel like such a shame.
You're that girl,
You don't get enough sleep.
Sometimes you wish you could just leave.
Trying to rest but nightmares come creep
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.Legacy1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
Recovery of an ArtistI was stuck with a sickness called Depression.Recovery of an Artist2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It had become really severe.
It's dangerously contagious.
It spreads by catching fear.
I heard some people cannot fight it.
So they hurt themselves inside and out.
It's one of the symptoms that shows it's winning,
forgetting what Life is all about.
It starts with Doubt beginning to clot your Confidence,
blocking Love from flowing round.
Hate spreads in your lungs till it's all you breathe,
exhaling painful words out of your mouth.
You start to think your worthless.
Think your existence is a waste.
But I managed to stand steady.
There was enough love around me to fight the pain.
Since no one knew of my secret illness,
I sought my own release.
A way that did not consist of scars and teardrops,
such things would haunt me in my sleep.
I needed a way to cleanse my spirit,
to stop dragging myself down.
I wanted to be like all those hopeful dreamers,
who I watched soar above me as I drowned.
Slowly, I fought the demons inside me.
TitaniaTitania3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She is the queen of the fairies
Her hair is the color of cherries
Watch out for her blade
It’s sharp and well-made
She has defeated many
Her magic is quite handy
She is very brave
She is no longer a slave
She is Titania