What does it take
For a man to bury his dreams
Behind the garage with his gone pets?

Was it responsibility and maturity
To know that the dreams of a child
Weren't obtainable for a man anymore?

Was it because too many people
Said it couldn't be done
The doubt that seeded in
Just added up to lost time
And now there just wasn't enough time?

What does it take
For a man to finally bury his dreams?
Shovel in hand, a cigarette rests in his lips
As he says goodbye
To the dreams he had as a child

65kg, 70kg, 80kg, 100kg, 120kg,
And I am too fat,
Too fat,
TOO FAT,
Too fat for what exactly?
To be ******?
To have my body desecrated upon by feral beasts who could not care about my heart's weight no matter my body's weight?
To be called beautiful cos baby I know I am beautiful somewhere in this world but am I really if I am not labeled as such?
You say I should eat healthy or exercise  I could look like her, or him or her, I could ruin my body on the inside yet it is the outside you judge my ill-bitten health upon,
Perhaps if you had X-ray vision and could see through my chest cavity the pores of health I do possess would be more than obvious,
****, I am still breathing aren't I?
My heart, is it still beating?
My legs still moving,
My fingers still able to intertwine with my lovers?
Then who are you to judge me upon my " fat " ?
Who are you to make me doubt my self-worth, self-being, self-love and self-beauty with the uttering of four little insignificant yet morally diminishing words?
You are too fat.
An anonymous girl ©

I throw angry words around like punches,
Like fiery lightning in crunches of dry cereal and no milk,
I am my own lightning,
I am the icy fire of a dragons hot breath,
I do not fight with fists,
Only narratives and figuratives,
I hesitate when it gets personal,
Oh so personal that my very own words that I conjure up from my wizards hat choke me for days on end without a single reprimand,
Oh how bitter this butter does taste upon my poetic pancake,
When will I get the recipe right and not left,
Left without a decision but to drink orange juice hope so sour yet so sweet,
What comes after hell I ask you?
Certainly not heaven or life of any pleasurable kind,
No, not that pleasurable kind you with your pervy mind,
I see you thinking such things of me as you read my poetry,
What a mad woman this must be,
To utter such words that mean nothing to me,
I am certain I must be hated and disliked by many of whom I adore and cherish,
Oh how I wish this feeling would just perish,
Perish like a mess in the presence of someone with a severe case of ocd,
A case of 12 or 24 either way you get what I mean,
I am such an irritating figure with a sad face of rash doings and thoughts,
Hark,
Hark my words I say for I birth them from my heart's womb.
An anonymous girl ©

My body is not yours to bruise with your ***** viscous words and hands that carry layers and layers of my dried up blood,
You have no right to touch my sanctuary of a body the way that you do nor do you have any right to penetrate my mind with your poisonous venom that drips from your lips like a torrential rain,
You do not have a say in what I choose to cloth my body of which I perceive with disgust no less, no more,
I shall dress my inane skin in beautiful markings not to appear different to society as you say but to be the alluring being I wish to be,
I wish for a freedom you do not provide me with,
I wish for a day where you do not persecute me for my dark desolate wandering soul for I cannot control who I am meant to be although I have tried to change my self perception for your cold, conceited statue,
Oh you do what you do so well saying what you say so drolly,
I do comprehend my pitiful soul as pitiful of course but with your pesky whispering leaving me whimpering in the dirt and space of empty nothingness,
Oh how I am such an immaculate nothingness,
A swing here, a blow there,
There goes my dented shuffle, my cardinal dropping to the stiff brute ground,
I suppose my fear is amusing to say the least,
You drink it all up as it seeps out of me as if it were my dark red blood,
Oh how you must love its bitter taste for you beg for it every destructing moment you desire with an insatiable fire,
My need for peace is oh so dire, so dire,
I soak in the fear that my death is imminent,
That it is near,
Perhaps waiting just around the corner of the road,
Waiting oh so patiently to pounce out at me,
With such delightful grinning glee,
Maybe I shall meet death in an hour, perhaps our rendezvous will take place on Monday, perhaps it shall be when I am old and creased all over,
Whenever it is I know you shall not feel an inkling of compassion or penance and I think one day I will be alright with that.
An anonymous girl ©

I was a stupid naive ******* twelve year old and I had never been taught, told or had the common sense to know about the evil that lurks in men's minds or pants,
I was ******* twelve years old when you the 22 year old man gave me the biggest bar of chocolate I had ever seen and said "shh, don't tell your mother",
I was ******* twelve when I took this as a sign that maybe just maybe you liked me the same way I liked you,
I wrote on a small piece of paper in red of course the words " I like you " and gave it to you and walked away watching your grin from afar,
I was ******* twelve and because of my naivety led me to trust you when you took my hand and guided me to an alleyway,
And as I felt a horrible sinking feeling as if something disastrous were about to happen we reached the dark shadowed spot in which you would not let me go,
My arms you held tighter than a pythons grip your body so close to mine I could hear the blood coursing through your veins and as I felt as though I were in grave danger, as though what were to transpire would change my life forever and so I tugged away and still you would not let go, I said, " let me go! " and still you would not let go,
Nearing tears and feeling panic I yanked my arms away and walked back to find my family looking for me,
I told them I had gone for a walk,
They still do not know about this and never will because if I were to tell them the label "****" "*****" "*****" would be stamped upon me and not only by them.
An anonymous girl ©