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Its a rough night tonight
My head feels like it's exploding
My asthma won't let me breathe
Along with my anxiety

My thumbs hurt like hell
I feel much less when well
Nausea cause by none other than my thoughts
Just wanting to go to sleep
(This note was written by my friend Impending Doom while he was contemplating death)
I really truly don't know    
why
some things under the    
sun and sky  
attract and catch my    
fancy  
Quite queerly they    
happen to be  
hot melting smelting    
solids  
that melt into exquisite    
liquids.  
Take for instance heated    
liquid gold  
molten glass or molten    
brass  
and to watch magma    
'neath the earth's fold  
Ooh, I love just about any    
melting mass.  
 
With similar bizarre    
ecstasy and fascination  
I like to watch 
onscreen molten lava  
Gliding in serpentine    
turns, oblivious of my    
admiration  
Ah, I just love all that    
golden molten mass . 

Liquidised metal, liquid fire
I just never ever tire
 
Sometimes I even have    
such an eccentric craving  
to watch just any solid    
beauty melting smelting  
that I satisfy this craving    
by simply imagining  
the honey to be some    
liquid fire gold glowing    
in a crystal clear jar and    
liken it to  
metallic gold syrup in    
the furnace burning  
As if it were stagnant    
mini-lava  
right before me churning !  
 
As for other mesmeric    
things  
that I find real eye-  
catching  
are those which    
everybody else finds    
ravishing.  
And they are in all shine,
in heavenly mould and cast,  
magical celestial stardust  
or glittery terrestrial gold    
dust  
or dazzling diamond dust,
in mankind's metallic    
materialistic lust.!  

Btw I am allergic to earthly  
dust!:)
My mind feeds the Pen words
as quickly as the paper can swallow;
Feasting on emotions and notions
hand-fed from my heart

Now and again my mind overindulges
on expressions and craves a pause;
Knowing any respite is short-lived,
the pen stays ever on the ready.

Fully aware that the writing never ends.
Ah, those popular wishes of
giving the fat a trim
Beauty is now the
monopoly of the slim!

Sinuous and slender
The hourglass figure
The thinner, the better.

Dieting and slimming
down tricks
of course selling like hot
cakes

Tis a pity, she can't eat to
her heart's content and
desire
for rounded figures they
no longer admire.

But as long as
scrumptious samosas
keep frying in pans
and delicious pizzas
keep baking in 'em' ovens
it'd be hard to keep the
****** calorie count
or to live in fear of the
expanding waistline
mount.

Ah, those mouth-
watering deep-fried
kebabs
are entirely to blame for
my yo-yo dieting!

Gosh to cut down on
cheese and butter slab
is one tough way to get
rid of body flab.

This war against weight
is weighing upon her
mind,
instead of being simply
chubby and straight
We gotta maintain teen
contours and curves we
find!

You do know this is a
war you've got to be
winning.
It's those extra pounds
and not the war you
have to be losing.
Or the other skinny
lasses will be smirking,
grinning.

Ah, but all young ladies
must as well beware:
Dragoness Anorexia's
engulfing lair
or how her crony Bulimia
too can ensnare!

So pals better be about ill-
health more cautious 
rather than being overly
so weight-conscious. :)

You can be loved despite your plump weight

I've seen many a curvy plus size woman

admired and adored by her soulmate.

So dears don't overeat or starve yourself
You don't have to be a tiny elfin fairy or elf.
anorexia slimming weight consciousness fads

,
she smiles sweetly as
the chrysanthemum blossom
like her soul in love.
24/7/2022
 Jun 2022 hazem al jaber
Eloisa
I will always remember the times you made me feel loved
than the few times you have said it.
Be at Peace
You are the Creator's Delight
The Creator's
Wonder, Awe, Love & Joy
Be at Peace
For you are loved.
When I begin to stir from slumber in the state between slumber and waking. This is a time of seeing, hearing, receiving and understanding. I was given a dream yesterday morning that prepared me for the passing of three people in my life that is coming in their time, one by one. The first, I learned today, is very sick and will pass soon. The understanding I received was a kindness that left me knowing that I am loved.
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Peek-a-boo with clouds,
the moon dances in the sky,
the crescent at play.




© Pagan Paul (2018)
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