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does food ever feel heavy
like dead weight in your stomach
pulling you down
this is not poetry

no matter how small the portions are
even the fewest calories
or lack of nutritional value
this is not poetry

have you ever felt wrong
just for eating
unable to choke down bites
this is not poetry

have you ever wanted
to be thinner than your bones
to just evaporate
this is not poetry
ive always been insecure
but not like this
never like this
it was kind of a gradual thing
i slowly noticed it
the girls grew taller
the collarbones sharper
and everything about me
stayed short and covered
and then i ate less
and less
and less
until i ate almost nothing at all
but still i stayed the same
and all the other girls
lost their weight
and i want to be thin
like paper
id like to slip through cracks
and disappear altogether
paper thin
i dont think about death much
but its really weird when i do
like your body turns cold
and the parts meant to move
they just stop moving
everything stops working
your lungs stop breathing
your blood stops flowing
its like your body gives up
i dont really understand why
but i dont understand a lot
why do english teachers
make me learn a language
ive spoken my entire life
and why do i need to know
the pythagorean theorm
why do i not know politics
but ive taken six years of art class
since when were self portraits
by seven year old art
why does the world rotate around the sun
and also around itself
but never around its moon
why doesnt the earth rotate around the moon
why are my nails shaped funny
different than most girls'
but i get told theyre pretty
since when was different pretty
and why dont i find different pretty
not pretty in the slightest
i want twigs and leaves for hair
and oak for skin
i want moss at my feet
and dirt beneath me
i want to surround myself
with nature

i want your blood in my veins
and your tongue in my mouth
i want your ribs in my chest
and your cologne on my skin
i want to surround myself
with you
No one is speaking, but the voices are loud.
The voices are screaming but still there's no sound.
I need to get out. Get out I tell them. GET OUT.
The voices are prominent and ringing.
And I can't get out, I can't get out.
I'm screaming for help. Screaming out loud.
But just like the voices there is no sound.
I can't get out and I can't make a sound.
And the ringing voices are getting far too loud.
But still, there is no sound.
Wow what is this.
the fourth thursday in november
should not be the only day we give thanks
it should not be the only day
a blessing is said at the dinner table

if youre going to give thanks
give them daily to people who surround you
with good vibes and better conversation
be thankful for things that others may not have

be thankful for the air you breathe
for the songs you sing in the shower
for the showers you are lucky enough to have
be thankful you were blessed with a purpose

be thankful for your purpose
be grateful of  everyone and everything
surround yourself with meaning
add fulfillment where you've never searched for it
why are virginities this huge thing?
like, have my ***** and along with it you can take all of my innocence and every ounce of purity???
and after that every other man holds no significance?
but why is my virginity such a big thing?
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