Why must we contain
our bodies
from one another?
Why do we hide every inch in plastic so thick
it makes us ***** from the chemicals.
Why do we put up with everyone telling us
we are perfect
just the way we are
when in that moment we are covering up our lumps and bumps
with acidic powder that we have inflicted upon ourselves
why
does society tell us that we're wrong
just the way we are
that we need this cosmetic
and that?
and whats worse is,
we are society
we tell ourselves we aren't good enough
until we're thin
with big *******
and a tiny waste
but big hips
and long legs
and big lips
and
It's too much
and I
for one
am done
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
There once was a little monster
whose body bore a flame
so bright and luminescent.
His eyes were blue, such as the sea
and a tail that followed behind.
He loved all things day,
such as flowers and bugs
and the fluttering blue jays.
He loved the grass and the tall tree's above,
and the sea, from which
lay beyond the cliff.
Once there was a monster,
that was of the sea,
her scales shone bright
with the shining daylight
glistening in the sea.
Her fins were as delicate as jellyfish
and her eyes a shocking color
which matched the shade
of a dancing fire.
She longed for the fields
just on top the cliff.
The small flowers above
the rigid obstacle.
But could not touch.
The little monster,
whose skin burned with fire
saw this beauty in the water
and fell in love
but couldn't touch her.
Her wished to please her
in any way he could.
He thought of all the places he knew.
The forest had many tree's
and the many butterflies.
He found the field in which they slept,
and snatched one up in surprise.
But as he held it
it burnt with a sizzle
and all was left was a crisp black thing.
He thought again,
he remembered a field in which
the prettiest flowers grew.
He went there and within the field
and plucked a few.
They burned to a charcoal,
right in his hands
and he felt hopeless.
He thought once more, this time harder.
His eyes flew open, with sudden realization.
He told the Mistress of the Sea to be at
the cliff when the night disappeared and turned to night.
So she came, to the place where her realm ended,
and waited for the light to fade into pink,
then purple, then blue,
then black.
A light shimmered from the cliff.
A statue of an odd shape
seemed to burn.
with a fire so brilliant
and red
and yellow
like her friend
on the Cliff.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
The ground has turned cold
And you were not here to see,
the beauty of
the winter
and it's majesty.
You have been taken
by a mystery far above.
But I hope you still have winter there,
and maybe even snow.
But here we will miss you,
your cheesy presents,
wrapped in cheesy paper.
I'll miss your holiday spirit,
and your joy that you were living.
But you are gone now,
naken by sickness.
But all I can think about is,
this is our first winter in which
you weren't there to see.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
We spend our whole life hoping
that when life gives you lemons
you can make lemonade from them
you spend your whole life learning
how to mix the sugar in
just the way you like
you spend year after year
making up recipes
hoping
praying
that other people will like it
But when you get older
all that learning
and training
and chiseling
to learn how to make
the worlds perfect lemonade
life hands you
an avocado
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC