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Nov 2015 · 1.3k
no longer
Athena Nov 2015

this is a really bad word *****
Nov 2015 · 481
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Nov 2015 · 349
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Athena Nov 2015
kinda wanna shave my head
Nov 2015 · 510
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Oct 2015 · 585
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Oct 2015 · 375
A 6 Word Poem
Athena Oct 2015
You broke her car alarm heart
Oct 2015 · 624
unfinished
Oct 2015 · 620
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Oct 2015 · 317
Im really scared
Athena Oct 2015
To find myself in the shadows
Oct 2015 · 614
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Oct 2015 · 284
unfinished
Athena Oct 2015
today  i have finally learned the gradient of grey,
i have learned what its like to feel indifferent.
and i promise, that is okay.
let yourself become a wash of color,
dont fret on what you are no longer.
because i spent so long deciding if i was red or blue,
but i now learned that i am a blend of the two.
i need you to love me
Oct 2015 · 426
unfinished
Athena Oct 2015
i just learned that love at first sight is real,
i merely glanced at you and youre already in my head,
in my veins,
why arent you in my bed?
why are you in brain?
is it possible that i already love him?
Sep 2015 · 1.8k
"Fucking Barbie Dolls"
Athena Sep 2015
When I was growing up I did not like barbie dolls.
I did not like the harsh edges of her collar bones or the plumpness of her perfectly pink lips.
I liked stuffed animals.
I liked the texture,
I liked how gentle they were.
You called me your barbie doll,
But guess what?
I am not sharp edges,
I am not perfection.
You called me your barbie doll,
But how does perfection have bags under her eyes that are as dark and heavy as the depression that fills her?
How is perfection bright hair and dark eye makeup?
I wanted to be your stuffed animal.
I wanted to be comforting at 2am after you wake up from night terrors.
I wanted to be loved.
But instead of loving me you crumbled me.
I was your ****** up,
Unconnected poetic thoughts.
I am not your barbie doll.
I am not perfection.
Yes, I may be crumbled but **** i have learned to love my creases.
I am not an object,
I am not your object.
I am not a barbie doll nor stuffed animal.
I am Athena Grace.
I am my own goddess.
Sep 2015 · 443
"Look at me."
Athena Sep 2015
Look at me.
My eyes,
How when I write they get wide as dinner plates.

The ocean flows out of them,
The waves of words flow across the page.
They roar and go 30 feet in the air.
They crash down and pull your emotions with them.
But when you touch me,
I do not feel the ocean anymore.
Venemous.
That is what you are to me.
Filling my head with garbage.
Putting waste in my veins.
But did you know that you can get addicted to negativity?

I threw away the garbage and bleached my veins.
The only thing that fills me now is the ocean.
Listen to the sea shell and hear my words.
Listen...
I am the ocean,
Will you be my tide?
I want to fall in love so badly because he destroyed me, and i need help putting myself back together
Sep 2015 · 1.4k
How to be Athena Grace
Athena Sep 2015
Step 1: Be as anxiety ridden as possible.
Get a bladder infection because you are too scared to ask the teacher to use the restroom.
Fail your Algebra class because you fear that if you tell her you are confused, she will laugh at you.
Everyone will laugh at you.
Wear dresses and frilly skirts because you are scared to come out as transgender.
Your mind will mock you with thoughts along the lines of,
“ You dont deserve to be a boy.”
Just go along with it.
Let the words bounce in your head like children in a bouncy house.
Do not reach for the ibuprofen bottle.
You see your mind will need to be as messy as your heart.
Therefor your heart will have to crumble into an avalanche.
DO NOT PICK UP THE PIECES.
You will need to be addicted to starbucks and body modifications.
Do not get anything less than a Venti because if you do not get your daily dose of caffeine you will go into withdrawls.
You need to modify your body because it is the only thing you can control.

Step 2: Make your hair as colorful and bright as possible because then maybe your mom will understand the fact that you are gay.
Maybe if you turn your head into a walking pride flag you will not have to see the look of disappointment coat her face when you step out of the closet.
I know what youre thinking because I have been told this before.
“But honey, the closet is made for clothes.”
Yeah youre **** right but the closet is also the only place you can hide your chest binder and boxers,
They will sit right next to your pushup bras.

Step 3: Feel everything.
Feel every single thing as deeply as you can because if you do not,
Then how will you get a messy heart?
And to have a messy mind your heart must match like the couple shirts he bought you on your one year anniversery.
Do not love him.
He will break your heart two years in and cram the words
“I simply dont want you” down your throat
And you may not cry.
You may not show him you are hurting because then he will know you care.
Then he will know you are wrapped around his finger as tightly as you can.

Step 4: Do not fall in love.
Even if it is simply with the brush strokes on a canvas.
Do not fall in love with anyone before you fall in love with yourself because for the past two years, toxic waste has filled your veins.
Do you know how much it hurt to bleach him out of your mind?
You have to scrub his fingerprints off of your body.
You will become raw.
It is okay to be raw,
You just have to learn to heal yourself.
No more coating the burn wounds with promises of forever.
No more temporary treatments.
For the sake of your sanity,
You must fall in love with yourself,
Before you can learn to not love him.
I do not miss you, I am ready for something new.
Sep 2015 · 348
i am sorry
Athena Sep 2015
god im sorry that youre the only thing i can write poetry about
Sep 2015 · 2.4k
"My response to Sarah Kelly"
Athena Sep 2015
Build.
I was told that woman are made to build.
But wait...
What if I told you that my gender identity was as messy as raindrops as they hit the ground?
What if the only thing I can build are stanzas in some wanna be poem.

Yes, I do have a ****** but I bind my ******* so tightly I cannot tell the difference between breathing,
And a panic attack.

I am not a woman.
I am not the type.
I am your type.

When I am asked what I would like to be when I grow up,
Isn't it sad that that the first thought that occupies my mind is,
"I want to be a man.."

My mother pushed out her precious baby girl and keep in mind I had a brother.
Have a brother.
*** and gender are two completely different things, darling.

When someone asks what I want to be when I get older,
I will say a carpenter.
Because at least then I can build myself to be a man.
From the ground up.

But for now I will have to settle for pecks made out of metaphors,
And the thought of a ***** as long as my lyrics.
Would you still love me if I was a man?
If not,
Then have fun choking on my poetry.
Sep 2015 · 3.0k
"I LOVE FOOD TO MUCH..."
Athena Sep 2015
"I love food too much to be anorexic.
Thats the thing,
Anorexics love food.
But with anorexia,
Food is no longer,
Texture,
Smell,
Warmth,
Energy,
Taste.
Food becomes numbers,
Calories,
1000.
800.
600.
200.
Until Calories,
Become chemicals.
Sugar Free Jelly,
Pepsi Max,
Low fat ice-cream.
...
NOTHING.

Anorexia is not about a love,
It is about a hate.
An over-whelming hatred.
For your body,
For your faults,
For yourself.

Starving is merely a symptom.
Too many work out sessions is merely a symptom.
Your thoughts are a poison.
Not your acts."

My name is Athena Grace and I have battle anorexia for 4 years.
I am 16 years old.
At the age of 12 years old my idea of beauty was constructed into something toxic.

On my 12th birthday I was 5'2 and a beautiful 134 pounds.
On my 13th birthday I was 5'3 1/2 and a sliming 112 pounds.
On my 14th birthday I was 5'5 and a stick thin 100 pounds.
On my 15th birthday I was in the hospital. I was 5'5 1/2 and 89 pounds.
On my 16th birthday I was 5'6 and 118 pounds.
I am halfway to my 17th birthday and I am 5'7 feet tall and 105 pounds.
I was getting bad again.
I refuse to get bad again.
I am my own savior, and that is what I have learned.
I will recover.
I will never look at food like you do, but that is okay.
Aug 2015 · 326
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Athena Aug 2015
i am nothing more then a taboo,
god i just need a friend or two.
Aug 2015 · 548
Fire and Ice
Athena Aug 2015
"Life was a punch in the jaw and you were the pack of ice I needed."
But remember, we have a very complex relationship.
We are both poets, destruction is what we are known for.
But in reality,
They should call us carpenters.
We tear down, yes, but we also rebuild.
Better, stronger, our feet planted on the ground.
Your feet planted on my mind.
Frostbite,
That is what  you gave me when you just would not let go.
Yes I needed an ice pack but not everything can be cold.
Your veins frozen solid,
Antartica in your heart.
I was so used too being frozen over that when the sun came out I thought I was burning.
I was burning.
The frost already bit me,
But all I want is for you to hit me.
Hit me with your words one last time.
I do not care if you spit razor blades,
Your poetic phrases will fill the room.
Coat me with metaphors and philosophical ideas like I am the Aristotle too your Plato.
When you are done I will spit fire like a dragon.
After so many years of being frozen,
Im sorry baby,
I do not know how too treat a burn wound.
Please do not take my words, they are the only thing I have.

— The End —