Love and HateI love the way I can make my stomach heave.Love and Hate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way I can stop myself from eating.
I love the way I can make mysef bleed.
I love the way I can see my bones after a while.
I love the way I no longer recognize hunger.
I love the way I have scars on my skin.
I love the way my clothes become loose.
I love the way my face begins to thin.
I love the way my skin tears away from the blade.
I love the way I can control it.
I love the way no one notices.
I love the way the evidence is never even suspected.
But I hate who I've become.
It's worth it being with my family laugh freely hopeIt's worth it3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
seeing friends again no more ensures no blood tests
staying at home not cold or tired no numbers
PhilophobiaPhilophobia.Philophobia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fear of falling in love
the fear of heartache
the fear of shattered hearts
The fear of sentiment,
fear of affection.
Your numb heart,
yearns to feel again.
the rush of pain won't come.
the fear of passion
the fear of adoration
the fear of being labeled:
darling, dearest, beloved
The fear of ardor,
For NowRight now I am broken.For Now3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the silence of my room,
Under the cover of darkness,
I see my flaws all too clearly.
For now, I hate myself.
I hate that I'm weak,
That I make my friends worry,
That I can't save myself without help.
In the morning, I will be happy.
I've survived the nightmares,
I'm living a new day,
And I have piano first thing.
At lunch, I will be warming up.
My friends make sure I eat,
Because they notice what's going on,
And I'm proud to call them my family.
In the afternoon, I will be excited.
I'll get to see my favorite people,
My unofficial support group,
And I'll sing my heart out.
In the evening, I will be calm.
Dinner will pass with ease as we talk,
All of us around a dinky table,
Laughter and conversation in the air.
When night rolls around, I will be hushed.
I will seclude myself again,
Already living for tomorrow,
Wishing there was a way to silence the voices.
Right now, I am broken.
But tomorrow is a new day,
And with the people I love as support,
I believe one d
Something To Lose.Is this all I am to you?Something To Lose.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something to lose?
Someone to hurt?
To hit and abuse?
For that would leave marks
Not even mentally
You go straight for the heart
Like a waterfall cascading
It won't ever stop
I'll be here still waiting
Or so I once thought
I can never fight this feeling
But I can't help that it's here
Maybe it'd be best
If I could just disappear...
My Little ImperfectionsI never really loved someoneMy Little Imperfections3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
until I loved myself.
my sloppy smile
made me cry
until I decided that perfection
is just a bunch of little
So next time I look in the mirror
I can look at
my sloppy smile
and love every little bit of it.
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandIs My Heart Broken?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my heart beats the way it does
When I see your smiling face.
RecoveryRecovery is learning how to say I will never miss an opportunity to eat a Choco Taco while on an outing with the friends who throw worried glances in your face every time you all sit down to eat. Choco Taco; it says on the package, This is not a reduced fat food. You throw a worried glance at yourself, choke the thing down. Try not to look like youre enjoying this more than a sane human being would. Walk back into the sunlight, drink another 24-ounce bottle of water, walk and walk and walk like a woman possessed. Linger by the Chilean flamingos, talk to them as though they can hear you.Recovery7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Recovery is taking a shower at one in the afternoon and finally putting in your contacts. It is looking in the mirror, watching your hair dry to that classic anorexic poof, and realizing with horror that you have gained weight, that your face is fat, that your arms are fat, that your legs are, once again, each the size of a small hippo. There is nothing you can
Recoverynot starvingRecovery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Say This Everyday"I Will Never Be Beaten.Say This Everyday3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will Never Be Taken Alive
I Will Keep On Living
I Will Not Be Afraid
I will Survive Anything And Everything"
The Man Who SmilesA shattered psycheThe Man Who Smiles3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A chemical bath
And when I'm through
You'll lose your minds
Soon children's laughter
Will be deviant, corrupt
A Hero's nightmare
But that's never enough.
A sense of humor
So dark and twisted
Like Jason's funeral
Too bad I missed it.
With a broken smile
So painful, but true
Not only for me
But my victims, too
It's all for you.
Why?WhyWhy?3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every day as I get ready I ask the same question,
I look into my bathroom mirror and ask myself why?
Why am I so ugly?
Why am I so overweight?
Why am I so dark?
Why do I have on and off acne?
Why am I so hairy?
Why don't I have perfect s-curls?
Why am I not slender?
Why is my nose so wide?
But most of all why am I not perfect?
A Sad Little GirlA Sad Little Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a sad little girl living in a sad little house with sad little parents. This sad little girl had no friends, she always sat alone under that sad oak tree watching the children play. Teachers always asked, "why don't you play with your classmates? It's a beautiful day! Go make some friends!" With a small frown upon her lips the sad little girl went out to play. Laughter filled her ears, the sun shown on her face. And out of the blue the children stopped. Held their balls, the laughter died, the swings stopped. Their lips all pressed into lines. Backing up the sad little girl went back to her tree. A tear ran down her cheek. Slowly a cloud hung over her head, she walked alone after school; the cloud growing over her head.
The grass was dead, the crows digging their talons into the tree flapping their wings. Window shutters falling off the hinges. Paint peeling off the walls. Mother was to depressed to even say 'hello' to the sad little girl when she returned home from school. Fat
TearsThe tears you shed last night,Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tears I wiped from your eyes,
were tears of love...
What we have is so good,
we both know that although it will last,
it will be hard
when you part,
and I am left here on my own,
missing your kisses,
So we cry...
But we will fight.
Near or far
we will stay together
now that we have been together,
now that we know
how it feels to be so close...
it feels just perfect.
Nothing, no one,
no distance will keep us apart.
It will not be easy.
We will have to be patient.
until we meet again.
We are living the time of our lives,
you and me,
and it is better
than what we had expected it would be.
so very good...
That is why we cry
tears of love...
15 reasons to hate twilight.15 Reasons to hate twilight. (It's so bad, it's not capitalized.)15 reasons to hate twilight.3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
1. Edward's a hundred and seven year old sparkling bipolar virgin.
2. Edward's so pathetic that in the dictionary under pathetic, there's a picture of Edward.
3. My 16 year old frail, thin cat could beat him up.
4. Bella's a whiny bitch.
5. Bella's always complaining about her awesome life. She has a nice dad who bought her a truck, people that love her, good grades, and a stable environment. Will nothing satisfy her?
6. There's no plot. There are lame, failed attempts at one, but no actual plot.
7. I don't like the crazy fangirls. I'm not saying they're all bad. Some of my friends like twilight, but they're not shoving it down my throat. They are agreeable people who accept my hate of twilight.
8. I don't understand how Bella had a kid. Edward's sperm are like dead or something, but she has a baby. A BABY! WTF?!
9. Lots of things go unexplained. How come Edward couldn't read her mind? How'd she have a baby? What's the d
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Good EnoughWhy am I not pretty enough?Good Enough7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just like you always said
now everyday at lunch is when
the toilet is my best friend.
Why am I not wanted enough?
it's written across my arms
the way you ignore me makes me feel like
the scars do more help than harm.
Why am I not good enough?
I gave you everything plus my heart
but still you pushed, used and broke me
and left my heart in shards.
Why am I not loud enough?
for you to finally see
that deep inside my bleeding heart I realize
that you're not good enough for me.
Happy Single Awareness DayHappy Single Awareness DayHappy Single Awareness Day5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To all the folks out there
'Cause we all know Valentine's Day
Ain't really all that fair.
So I've decided to pay tribute
To all the lonely ones about:
"Feel free to stare at those who're cute,
Go ahead, give 'em a shout.
And keep in mind the candy
'Cause Walmart sells 'em cheap
The day after all the lovey-dovey,
Man! What a treat!"
So if you're feelin' down
'Cause you ain't got a love,
Throw away that horrid frown
And feel the after-holiday chocolate love!
Am I Good Enough for You Now?Am I Good Enough For you Now?Am I Good Enough for You Now?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me I was perfect,
Just not for you,
I know that's not true.
I know you want someone better,
Than I could ever be,
And for that I am sorry.
It appears that you like girls who are stick thin,
You know the ones who have no flab or skin,
The girls who resemble skeletons.
I never thought I'd sink this low,
But for you I'll change,
I'll just leave the healthy weight range.
Are you happy now,
I'm down 3 sizes and a half,
Am I good enough yet.
You also like bad girls,
The one's who are always smoking pot,
The one's who think they look hot,
But for you I'll change whether I like it or not.
Now I'm addicted to pot and cocaine,
But I'm still not good enough all the same.
Still nothing has worked,
Maybe if I were one of the girls who wear short, short shorts
Maybe youd like me if I were a whore.
Now I've signed up for prostitution,
I feel like it's the only solution,
Am I finally good enough for you.
Now I'm stuck in rehab,
And I feel like a load of crap.
Lady DepressionI am getting fat and complacent.Lady Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sup on the riches of your labour and
spit the bones back in your face.
You are not worthy of anything.
You are a fly buzzing in my ear,
neither here nor there.
I can fell you with one slap,
end you with one loud clap
of my hands together and you fall,
like a marionette puppet whose
strings have been cut.
You are easily killed.
I think I'll play with you a little more.
stop methe knife slides to the floorstop me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood drips down my arm
i can feel my mind slipping
to another land
my life flashes before my eyes
as i lower myself down
into the warm water
that will lead me to my end
reality slips away
as my mother rushes in
screaming my name in fury
a smile forms on my lips
i want to hug and comfort her
to tell her its ok
she grabs the phone dials 911
not knowing its too late
i shut my eyes for the last time
whisper my last goodbye
the final wave of darknes
my mind is once more free