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 Jul 2015 Day Wing
Hinata
To all the skinny girls who think they are fat, I want to ask you a question. When was the last time you saw a dress you wanted, but you couldn't wear it because it was way too small? When was the last time your arm jiggled and drooped to where you can grab a fistful of skin? When have you seen stretch marks litter your skin? When have you had to take off stockings because your thighs rubbed a hole in them or because you got a bad burn? When have you been able to hold your own stomach? Yet some of you will say try exercising if you don't love your own skin. When you're chunky like me, you can't because you get ridiculed. The jerks will say "run faster ******!", "Ew hide your ugly *** from me", "look at that thing trying to exercise". People ridicule you when you stay fat AND when you're trying to lose it. They still judge you, yet some will admire you. However it's the same everywhere. It's almost like a common plague that haunts you. Then you turn to food because food doesn't judge you. Food makes you feel safe. Yet it isn't. It's killing us as well. Nowadays you are scared of food because of what's in it. Why don't you get liposuction or other weight loss surgeries? It doesn't solve the problem, it's a temporary thing that can easily go back to original and even worse when you don't do exercise. Leading to another viscous cycle of people judging you again. To those of you who have lost weight and changed your lives, congrats you made it. To those of you who judge us, at least stop doing it when we're trying to change it and exercise. To those skinny girls who think they're fat, a lot of us wish we can be you and wish we can wear those dresses or clothes you wear. To us obese women, you can change your life if you want to. I apologize when I say fat. It's just that it's a word that will continue to hang onto us. It's your choice but someone needed to say this to inform others. Someone needed to be a voice to this problem. I'm tired of inconsiderate people who makes fun of us. I'm tired of idiots trying to pull us down. So good luck to you all and may we finally shed some light onto the blind people that refuse to see our own problems. I apologize if I offend anyone, I don't mean to. I just want you all to see that there is a problem.
 Jul 2015 Day Wing
pookie
Bad person
 Jul 2015 Day Wing
pookie
I'm in two minds,
One of love and one of hate,
She makes me so mad so angery yet I love her all the more,
She has her rules and god it's a teasing game,
The way she holds me,
The way she leads me astray,
Yet she's isn't the one I'm with,
But she melts my walls with one touch and one word.
~
in the end
we'll gonna say
"yes reality
you're right"*

©IGMS
Truth hurts.
~~~
to create balance
there must be
inequality*

©IGMS
Your love is not a drug
that binds me into self

My love for you is not the delusion
of chemical dependency that holds me
hostage

Our love frees and helps us grow
A love spoken and lived with
commitment and honesty

In order to be daily open to this love
we continue to discard old notions that
keep us imprisoned in ourselves
 Jul 2015 Day Wing
Kelly Rose
Contemplating life as time slips away
Feeling tangled by decisions she made
Mysteries unravel and thoughts run astray
She needs to move forward before hope fades

Life has slipped away, much to her dismay
Watching dreams die, emptying her cache
Lingering doubts leave her feeling jaded
Contemplating life as time slips away

Shadowed by loneliness, she feels like prey
She closes her eyes and hides to evade
Her pain and sorrow.  She will have her say
Feeling tangled by decisions she made

Cobwebs are clearing, hope brightens her day
Dark skies are changing, becoming pearl grey
She’s now able to step out from the shade
Mysteries unravel and thoughts run astray

Her mind is now clear; she’ll find a new way
As long as she is able to persuade
Her doubts to fade, while learning to pray
She needs to move forward before hope fades
                               Contemplating life

krs
7/17/2015
I have a mouth, but I cannot speak.
I have two eyes, but I cannot see.
I have two ears, but I cannot hear.
I have two feet, but I cannot walk.
I have two hands, but I cannot touch;
I cannot feel not even a single thing.
Is this the one, the numbness that I feel?

                                                      I have a body, but we are apart.
                               I am complete, but I feel empty in my heart.
                                                      I must be missing pieces of me.
                                              But I am whole, why can I not see?!
                                     These holes inside, they cannot be filled.
                              My dilapitated house, must never be rebuilt.
                                                 Please stay away and leave me be.  
                                              My isolation is what keeps me sane,
                                                         ­                             **it sets me free
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
:)
I am your angel
who bathes in the filth of blood
&
You are my devil
who sings on the clouds up above
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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