It seems unsolvable
Completely
Improbable
An equation
With no answer
They tell me to add pounds
But they add more doubt
Subtract self-hate
But all I do
Is lose myself in the problem
Beauty standards?
I’m on the bottom
I’m a fraction
Denominated by ideals of
Perfection
Numerated by my
Own demons
Like pi
I’m irrational
However I am not infinite
Only temporary
Average me out
Calorie count
Weight in pounds
Calculate the BMI
But
My
Inverse
Operation
Can’t be ignorable
Trying to find a semblance
Of self control
Factor it out
Solve for x
What piece
Of the puzzle
Did they forget
When they wrote my
Problem
Keep subtracting
I’m shrinking
Prime number
Divide me
By my own weight
Half of a person
Less than the other
Negative exponent
In a positive
Expression
Graph it out
Linear equation
You don’t need
A computer
To see the
Decrease in
Motivation
3D?
More like 2 dimensions
Paper thin with
Pencil markings
Multiple choice?
More like multiple guess
Balance the scale
Life is a short answer question
Sum it up
In a few words
It’s the beauty equation
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Her emotions changed like the leaves in the fall: trees bleeding orange and red and gold until falling gracefully to the ground.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
I’m ignored
silent
watchful
a body ahead
a body behind
as she crosses the street
on the strip of solitude
the sun
around which
the metropolis buzzes
I’m tired
always moving
going somewhere
going nowhere
following her movements
like a blind man follows death
I am not of colour
but rather a darker shade
of cracked cement
I’m hiding
the lights are off
I have no dimension
I have but senses
I am a witness
but do I witness a monster?
or do I witness a human?
I’m dreaming
my oxygen the sun
sinks below
the ever turning earth
a world of colours painted
I am alone in my thoughts
does she go to sleep
like I do?
I’m dying
she’s fading
days are shorter
the darkness
taking me farther
from the light
would she move so quickly
had she known
what I witnessed?
I wouldn’t know
for I am not present
I feed and live
of the sun
I am more than
the metal links that chained me
corroded
weathered
rusting
they break easily
I walk forward
I feel
I breathe
no longer held captive
by a brighter being
I am my own freedom
a voice
a truth
no longer bound
by the light of day
or the illusion of presence
the illusion of living
freedom from
the silence that stole me
a colourful sunset
my fear of the darkness
no longer
I am
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC