large, and in charge as I'd like to put it.
chunky, pudgy, fat, plump
however you'd like to say it, however
it is none of your **** business.
I am not a number on a scale
or a mile that I haven't run
I am not the size of my waist
or the "excuses" that have lead me to "let myself go"
But I, am human.
Say what you will
but I love myself.
blonde hair, blue eyes
a sense of humor that can't me measured with something so feeble as measuring tape.
A love of life that will not be put to rest just because I may need to take a rest every so often.
How do you measure happiness?
not on a scale
or with inches
pounds or calories that seem to sneak up on you in the middle of the night and make your pants a bit too snug
we judge people for judging people because judging people is wrong
we blame society for our corrupt nature,
but we are society.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
flushed faces, burning at the touch
fluttering stomachs, an anxious gasp
tangled thoughts like our hands, intertwined
jumbled words that linger in the air
unsteady breath
weak knees
sweet, yet undefinable
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
In this empty house that is my heart,
you merely patched up the rooted cracks of my foundation.
they say that a persons eyes are a window to their soul,
but the glass was shattered long before you were here.
my skin crawls and stirs like moon lit waters.
you were supposed to be my anchor,
but with each lie you told
you let me drift farther and farther away
thank you for leaving.
because without you loving me,
I've finally learned how to love myself.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
I know a girl
who lives to play with fire
but sure enough
gets burned more times than not
this girl
accustomed to lies and broken hearts
never lets the sadness of the world
put out her spark
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
The human race
is the only one of it's kind
to keep track of time
You think in seconds
Act in minutes
live in years
So naturally
the human race
is the only one of it's kind
to be afraid of time
running out
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
as much as i love you
best friends, for sure
you'll never look at me
the way you look at her
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
whoever said
depression is strictly sadness
is a fool
because here i sit
empty
alone
and drowning in my mind
sometimes the thoughts swimming around my every action
my every word
are scarier than the true horrors
of life itself
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
If i had a minute
I'd hug you close
breathe in your scent
and never let you go
if i had an hour
i'd give it to dad
because three children
bills
and life itself
is too much stress to place
on one mans shoulders
if i had a day
it would go to to the siblings
who adored every aspect of your
snarky, compassionate, motherly love
and who only had the chance to know you
for 8 years too few
but I don't have a minute
an hour
or a day
because 7 years
was so long ago
and that grim december day
still runs through my mind
like a broken record
"She's Gone"
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
Darling
I have never seen you so bare
a house so full of life
now sings a silent tune
we broke you in
maybe too hard
one
two
three children later
but you still offered shelter
on those long December nights
tears
fights
screams and worries
you whisked them away
in your soft creaks and groans
leaving nothing left
but comfort and hope
But now
utterly vacant
you stand alone
but believe me when I say
I have never been more proud
to call you my home
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC