Reflections.In the mirror, I seeReflections.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
These hollow blue eyes, staring back at me.
Reflecting untold thoughts and dreams,
Nightmares inside, like distant memories.
In my mind, I feel
This jagged edged, unfeeling steel.
Once shining and clean, but no longer,
Scraping out weakness, and making me stronger.
Listen eating disorderShhhh.Listen eating disorder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can anyone hear it.
Shhhhhh, I said.
Do you hear it?
The heart pounds heavy
the hands grow shaky
the anxiety rips through
her tightening insides.
Can you hear it yet?
Its so loud,
It echos in her head
pounding off the sides.
Vibrating her pounding heart.
Cant you hear her?
out for you
our for anyone
anyone to hear her.
But noone will
They dont know how.
Her life is a shallow
schedule of events.
Knowledge of every
she could ever want
or ever reach for.
Always pinching skin,
Mirrors stalk her,
Food haunts her.
how much food
how less food
when to purge
her miles ran
her push ups...
She tries so hard to
find the normal life
Self AbuseSelf AbuseSelf Abuse10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am depressed; I'm in a rut,
So to feel alive I make a cut.
It feels so good, so I make one more,
Then two becomes three and three becomes four.
This is so wrong but it feels so good,
I'll have to stop, I know I should.
With the buzz from each cut, I some how escape,
How did I get in to this pitiful shape?
For there is no one with whom my troubles I can share,
Every one only pretends to care.
And this is the only release I can find,
To escape reality, relax and unwind
It's a sad reflection of the state of my life,
That to escape my troubles, I resort to a knife.
You see I hide my depression behind the smile of a clown,
Like the joker in the pack I never frown.
And from this terrible state someday I'll be free,
But I will forever carry these scars for all to see.
Who am I?I'm strong and weakWho am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shy but outgoing
Awkward and crazy
Athletic and artistic
Comfy and fashionable
Play's video games and dress up
Girly and Masculine
Watches Hockey and Dance
Reading romance and horror
I'm Tall with blue eyes
Uncertain with my life
Scared and excited
You didn't need my gender
My sexual orientation
None of that matters
It's not who I am
It doesn't define me
It won't change who I am
Or weather you will like me
So shut up about it
It's not important
I am me
Who are you?
The Noise in My HeadI'm cold. Don't leave me. I need you. I'm so hungry. I don't need food. I'm too fat. Get better. Don't die. I can't stop. I won't cry. I need you to hold me. Don't let go. I can't be alone.The Noise in My Head2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stop the voices.
I'm pathetic. I don't deserve you. I need to see you. I need to smell you. Warm me up. Make it stop. Dance with me. I won't stop. I need to be thin again. I can't take it. I want to scream.
Stop the nightmares. Hold off the darkness. Calm my heart.
My head hurts. My eyes hurt. I hurt. It can't stop. Please be safe. Don't get sick. Keep me safe. I need to be normal. Don't hate me. Love me. Shut up. Go away. I don't need you. Come back. I'm freezing.
I will be.
Stop the gunshots. Stop the noise.
I can't do this.
I want to remember. I'm scared. I want to run away. With you. To you.
Hide the mask. Hold the pain.
Move around. Stop moving. Don't let them see. Tell him the t
AnaAna's so prettyAna9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ana's so thin.
Her beauty's a gift
Her beauty's a sin.
Ana doesn't like the truth
Ana doesn't like to gain.
All she feels is hunger
All she feels is pain.
Ana looks at the mirror
Ana looks at the lie.
She wants to be loved,
She wants to die.
Ana's so stupid
Ana's so dumb.
So sorry she's fat
So sorry she's numb.
Ana can't feel to love,
Ana can't feet to hate.
Ana won't make the wrongs right,
Ana won't make it past the gate.
This is AnaDear Reader,This is Ana4 years ago in Letters More Like This
So, you want to be skinny? I don't blame you. You're the fattest human being I've ever seen. I honestly don't know why you let yourself live. I have a lot of work to do, so you'd better listen up and follow every single instruction I give you.
Food makes you fat. Calories are your natural enemy. Think you're hungry? Think again. You want to put something in that tummy of yours? Not while I'm here. Eating is for people with no self-control. You're better than that, I hope. What defines us as people? Will power. Show some. Put down that fork. Do you really need to eat dinner? You can pass on breakfast and lunch, too. Look in the mirror. What do you see? Fat. It's everywhere, spreading over your body like a disease. Why on earth would you need food when you have so much of it under your skin? Gluttony is as much a sin as it is repulsive. Let's not embarrass ourselves.
You know your boyfr
InsaneInsane4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Insanity has taken over
I cry no longer over these broken wings.
My heart is cold my word's are silent
As poeple that hurt.
I cry all night I cry all day
But no one hear my scearm's of freedom
Freedom so sweet but untouchable.
Untouchable like the moon in the sky
but I will always be traped in this cage.
I Am AloneThe millions of thoughts raceing endlessly through my head are quickly downed out by the sound of blood pounding in my ears. But this, too, will not last. Silence fends off the feeble beating of my dying heart and the weight of it brings me, gasping, to my knees. Coughs of rejection rack my quivering frame and My lungs cry out, begging for air, as I try and fight off three simple words. Vision fades to shades and hues as the startling realizations plays again and again in my now fragmented thoughts, and shattered mind.I Am Alone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am alone.
As the thought sinks in, I lay down. it's not worth it anymore. Not fighting. Not love. Not hope. Nothing. The frantic intake of air that had been my main concern just moments before slowly calms as I press my face to the dirt. Now-steady fingers softly kneed the cool soil as I drink in the silence. Absorbing it, the peacefulness of it, into my soul. The burning rage and consuming grief that had previously controlled my every waking actions slowly seep out of
The BulliedThe Bullied.The Bullied2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.
He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.
The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.
Eventually he tried talking to his dad about it.
But ironically he wasn't best known for his listening.
Besides his home was always too noisy and overcrowded.
He was sure that they wouldn't notice if he was to even go missing.
His only friends were online and on facebook.
Every night you could hear him typing away in his room.
His mother started to wonder how long this phase took
An Essay on Republican Capitalist PhilosophyAn Essay on Republican Capitalist Philosophy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I wrote this essay because Herman Cain's 9-9-9 plan is the most ill-conceived and potentially counterproductive economical plan I have heard in recent history. Not only that, it seems to embody everything that is wrong with the republican way of thinking. I'm going to explain my objections to this plan, and also touch on the broader issues of republican capitalist ideals.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Cain's 9-9-9 plan is to limit income tax 9%, but introducing a 9% business transactions tax and a 9% federal sales tax. There's one crucial problem I immediately noticed, and to make it easier to see, I'll illustrate it with extreme examples from opposite ends of the spectrum.
Consider a poor person who barely makes enough to get by. He has to spend nearly 100% of his income because of his living expenses alone. Now consider a very wealthy person making $10,000,000 per year. He could be very frivolous and still
Some PeopleSome people spend their whole lives regretting.Some People3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people spend forever locked away.
Some people follow a misleading heading.
Some people are easily led far astray.
But I could never
For each day we're together
Is a blessing too profound to describe.