Quote"Just because being myself is how I like to go through the day, doesn't mean I like going through the day being hurt for being myself."Quote8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Body - Dear KatrineDear Body - Dear Katrine5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know how to love you. Earlier this year I tried to end you. I'm still getting over that. Mind of matter and yet you won. Three strikes and you found away to breath anyway. Seven days fluttering at a blood oxygen level of thirty-three scared everybody.
Learning how to walk again was hard. Tubes slowly being pulled out as you had to figure out how to breath with out the machine. Someone else's hands washed you gently for me while I lay locked out of you. Floating high above you on a dark cloud that tasted like the end.
I spent months learning how to use you again. Years hating you. Cursing you for the limitations, you denied me the sea and sand of my childhood. You raged against me when I started to ride horses. You've made it very clear that you never liked me very much. Yet you've been lucky, for all the wrong and the sick and the mysteries you've never broken a bone.
I just don't know if I want to love you. It was easier when I could just give
For These Things I AmFor all the things I couldn't do,For These Things I Am6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For all my plans that fell through,
For the lies I told in lieu of truth,
I am sorrowful.
For all your tomorrows that wouldn't come,
For all my wrongs in their awful sum,
For the words I used that made you glum,
I am regretful.
For all the smiles you put on my face,
For all your beauty and all your grace,
For the warmth you gave in each embrace,
I am joyful.
Love Your BodyThe bottle flew out of her hand,Love Your Body5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crashed into the mirror,
and as the glass shattered,
tears streamed down her face.
She cringed at the sight of her body
it just wasn't good enough
her curves weren't voluptuous enough,
her hair wasn't silky enough,
her stomach wasn't flat enough,
and her teeth weren't white enough.
She picked the bottle up,
took a sip, and wiped her mouth with disgust.
Her vision became blurred
as she took another drink of poison.
She carefully chose a piece of glass
and raised it to her skin.
Blood dripped down, tapping the ground,
She screamed at her broken reflection,
She collapsed with vertigo,
Continuing to drink the booze in her hand
until her eyes were forced shut.
That was in the past.
Now she lays in bed
with a baggy t-shirt
and comfortable pajama pants
next to the love her life.
She doesn't think of
the day she almost took her life.
She still attends therapy
and takes some medication to help her get by.
"God, you are beautiful," He says with
OppositeThe opposite of warmth, what is it?Opposite7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Is it the cold, dark smile of a culprit?
Is it the frigid glow from his sharpened blade,
Or is it the fear of a child, alone and afraid?
Is it as simple to explain as day is to night,
As ebony black is to ivory white?
Maybe its deeper, something unclear
Like the leap of an elk to the prance of a deer
Maybe it isnt as easy as cold
Or maybe its something that hasnt been told