you were not wrong to assume my inferiority
how could I ever compare to you
the oh so great vape god
your seductive powers are unmatched
the way you sit on your mother's couch
wasting away in **** and potato chips
**** I'm just so wet
you are the most intelligent guy in the room
your resume includes all the drugs you've taken
in the past week
**** I'm just so impressed
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
I will find my burning ember; my matching flame. And we will dance a song our souls will only understand.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Your eyes rose like the sun
And burned my innocence to ashes
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Enter the designer:
*"Move gracefully while ties bind you suspended with 2 swords pointing at your throat
don't forget to show your fierce face while upside down and flopping uncontrollably
you must be my definition of perfection.
Now lose 5 pounds for my needle and thread cannot conform to your body!
It is my garment you must fit not the other way around!
Walk the catwalk and toss your hips to and fro, you are not good enough!
Chin down darling it is so much more becoming.
Oh how I'd wished you wore a shorter top making your legs run on for miles and miles.
Your plunging neckline becomes you since you have nothing up top.
Stick to greens mostly, a little mint and sage should spice up that lettuce bowl and drink nothing but water now I wouldn't want you to spoil the seams I've sewn for you"*
Truth:
Bone structures and pouting lips,
thigh gaps and protruding hips,
tiny waist lines and judding shoulders
You are Barbie, plastic as can be
you are a paper doll majesty
Dressing you up, dress you down
Don't dare grow old so don't let your hair down
There shall be no relaxing for you
From your high cheek bones to your flawless skin tone.
**Modeling icon of anorexia for generation upon generation
for little girls with dyslexia of the natural body image
Creating dysfunction in societies views
of what health and beauty is to all girls.**
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
I'm a Barbie Girl,
in a Barbie World.
Life's fantastic: I
feel like plastic,
aiming for an eighteen-inch waist because I can afford to throw my internal organs away.
I feel like plastic,
having to choose
between eating and breathing with not enough space for two tubes.
I feel like plastic,
a thirty-nine inch bust and three times the forehead.
I feel like plastic,
a size nine squeezed to a three, spending
three to nine avoiding mealtime because my weight loss book says
'Don't eat.'
I'm a Barbie Girl,
in a Barbie World.
Life's fantastic, but...
I'm not plastic.
I've sat here listening while you complain about society but I don't think you realize that
society is made by you.
You complain about masks but you're masked by your poetry and
trust me,
it's trendy:
Psychiatry.
A bottle of capsules captures your soul and your dreams,
fading
reality.
I cannot be defined because a definition leaves no room for change and I
am a flame,
ready to burn the cardboard box of priority you put over me.
All the cool kids are lesbians and thespians on about repressions
and I care,
I do,
I mean... I'm standing here among you.
But words are just air.
You can stand on this stage and tell me I'm beautiful, but
I am more than my face so
disregard my mild distaste for your
inspirational speech.
Now, this...
This isn't a call for help.
This is a call to arms.
This
is a battle cry because
I
am sick of waiting for a future that should've happened yesterday.
So use this air to live the words you say and
rally.
Do not soothe, because we've already been cocooned by soothed reality in
Shawnee,
Johnson County.
I'm a real girl,
in a real world.
Life's fantastic, and I
refuse to be plastic,
aiming for generic weight range based on content, not scale number.
I refuse to be plastic,
a neck moulded perfectly for both eating and breathing so I don't have to choose.
I refuse to be plastic,
a bust that you don't need to be sizing
when I've got eyes
a green not of romanticized meadows but of drunken
puke.
I refuse to be plastic,
a size nine foot in a size nine shoe,
spending three to nine
enjoying my meal times,
because my weight loss book is
chucked down the chute.
I'm a living girl
in a beautiful world.
Life's fantastic,
because I'm not plastic.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
**He laid her gently
Upon a bed of roses
But forgot to warn her
About the thorns.
He showered her
With luxurious gifts
But forgot to tell her
They were on loan.
He painted her world
In glorious scarlet
But forget to mention
The colour would fade.
Like a thief in the night,
He stole her heart
But forgot to take care of it**
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
We are two travelers on the same road
You are walking ahead of me
But I can see you there
I want to follow you
I hope you stop for a while
Look back and see me
And wait for me
So we can walk together
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
I want to live
and
I want to die.
I want to scream
and
I want to cry.
I want to bleed
and
I want to heal.
I want to be numb
and
I want to feel.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
fresh threshed of habit
pragmatic in a gasp
cast black magic
trashed
to the last
time waking up
far flung
thrown
but there is no away
the grain
planted to be these moments
stays Earthed
even after greening
in teeming
hill after hill of
step measured progression
these green beings
long before we set out
had daily met the sun
with praise
let us do the same
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC