Reflections.In the mirror, I seeReflections.4 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 disorder7 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
InsaneInsane5 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.
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 Head3 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
Who am I?I'm strong and weakWho am I?4 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?
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 Alone4 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
Self AbuseSelf AbuseSelf Abuse11 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.
AnaAna's so prettyAna10 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.