"You are what you eat"
until one day you don't
and that's what you become
n o t h i n g (beautiful?)
your cognitions like broken clock cogs
s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?)
tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by
nourishment (enemy?)
And the walls are washed white
Nature sickly perverts vitality
The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy
To sully your porcelain
e m p t i n e s s (happiness?)
hypoglycemia makes you shake
but not as hard as eating a whole meal
Can one person be so myriad?
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body.
Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.
Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.
Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.
Bulimic.
And there it is: ugliest of all words.
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body,
and you see, it doesn't.
It breaks it.
I don't know how
but
I will win
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
"You are what you eat"
until one day you don't
and that's what you become
n o t h i n g (beautiful?)
your cognitions like broken clock cogs
s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?)
tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by
nourishment (enemy?)
And the walls are washed white
Nature sickly perverts vitality
The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy
To sully your porcelain
e m p t i n e s s (happiness?)
hypoglycemia makes you shake
but not as hard as eating a whole meal
Can one person be so myriad?
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body.
Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.
Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.
Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.
Bulimic.
And there it is: ugliest of all words.
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body,
and you see, it doesn't.
It breaks it.
I don't know how
but
I will win
