I'm lazy
I'm tired
Bed is here
Bed is good
Invites me in,
Thank you bed,
Lets me stay,
Thank you bed.
Drunken Duvet
Locks me in,
Poetic Pillow
Shuts my eyes,
Memory Mattress
Holds me still,
Makes me sleep.
Morning's come,
Alarms frustrated
Disrupts the peace
Bed's not fazed.
Pillow whispers;
Turn it off
Five more minutes
Duvet Calls
I oblige.
Bed's so kind.
Mattress shakes
I'm awake
God look
The time!
Duvet laughs
Pillow sniggers
******* bed
You made me late

i had a thought.
i ran out of my room,
down the hallway,
and into the bathroom.

i wriggled out of my worn down, tie dye shirt.
hopping up and down as i pull off my
high-waisted jeans, pulling my pant leg with my foot as i
trample the dark denim to the ground.

i stand there naked, in front of the
harsh, full length mirror.
combing my fingers through my natural, wavy hair.
i contort my face in disgust, cocking
my head slightly to the side.

i close my eyes, and take one deep breath in.
when i open my eyes,
the reflection staring back at me is a thin, natural
beauty.

Her smooth ivory skin glows in the
silvery reflective glass.
Her stomach is flat and toned.
Her ******* lay on Her chest in perfect
proportion to the rest of her petite frame.

i run my fingers down the sides of my body.
my palms trailing along, dipping and
rising with the mounds beneath my skin.

i close my eyes and open them again,
this time taking my reflection for
what it really is.

i am fat.
my skin is pink and spotted with freckles the
colour of blood.

my stomach hangs low, covering the part
a man should see when i'm naked.

my ******* are big.
but not in the way you'd like them to be.
they lay there, sort of lop-sided.
hanging just above my ribs. Another place for
fat to take over.

the cuts on my thighs are hardly noticable
next to

all

that

fat

i can see tears in the eyes of the reflection staring back at me,
but i am numb.

i thought correctly. i am
fat. i am ugly.
Nobody in their right mind would want to
love me.

my heart beats
and my heart flutters
as if one thousand hummingbirds
were escaping
from the belly
of a Great White shark

your voice calms me
yet, I remain anxious
and nervous

and your smile melts me
and I turn into a pool of liquid
like the ocean
surrounding the shark

the same shark
that I was making
my jail break from

my heart dances
when I see your face
and you keep me healthy
YOU KEEP ME ALIVE

she wants to make babies with sunshine and call them buttercup or maybe even [ol' sunny] boy. her mind is filled with flowers and fantasies of {forgetme} not's that make her half naive without a chance of bail.

she pulls wings off of lady[bug]s and collects them in mason jars made of innocence and g[****] flavored caprisun's. without her faithful pen, she is nothing.

she prays to every deity that man has ever created and every one that will be. she wants to create her own but knows s[he] doesn't have enough faith. her every step is shadowed by something darker than her fairytale brain knows exists.

she dreams of prince charming and wakes up with[out] a thousand smiles and no [less] doubt. her heart is made up of yellow bandanas and sun babies all wrinkly from heat. she wraps a bracelet around her left wrist to remind her that there is [no] hope for the fallen.

The only difference between you and I is the lettering.

Such a desolate fate,
Driven by insolent oafs,
Though I am no better.

Incandescent fervor,
Merciless minds,
Constant remembrance of meticulous void.

Mindless opinions,
Pungent noise,
Ethereal existence,
General facade,
Contrived smile,
-hollowed.
Nothing good can grow here now.

Empty, ugly fate.
Burdened conscious.