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dream Aug 24
Dear Fat Girl,
Hello, it’s me, you,
I’m calling just to talk things through.
You’ve been hurt by the world, and shit on without lust,
Your time is coming, and shine you must.
It’ll take a while, but the alignment is right,
Your baggy-clothing mentality, now wearing jeans a-tight,
Don’t hold back.
There’s nothing to lose.
Your confidence is one you chose.
Don’t pick out in the mirror, things that you hate,
You’re a fat girl,
You’re a big girl,
Your world, your fate.
Jen Snow Aug 20
Fierce

Is
The
Love

I
Have
For

Him

Bursts
Like
Stars

Burning

Inside
My
Breast

Nothing

Is
Stronger

Or

More
True
­
Immutable
Constant
Infinite
Us

I

See

Him

We
Are

Past
Present
Future

All
At
Once

Every
Place

Every
Time

I
Remember
Him

Tomorrow

And

Sigh
For
Us

Today

Assuredly
Confidently
Irrefutably

He

Sees

Me
For Matty
Nylee Jul 3
After taking my while
finally climbing this mountain,
I couldn't even take a peaceful breath
because I can feel the shadow
of much larger mountain
falling over me.
Nayana Nair Apr 9
When you think you are holding onto
the last shred of yourself,
don’t spend it on the
words that have been long lost in the air,
on the gazes that the eyes have long forgot.
Keep it safe for yourself.
You have lost bigger things than love
and you have still lived well.
And a broken heart is something
that everyone needs in life.
Heidi Franke Mar 4
I thought
my thoughts
were bigger than anyone's.

This served to isolate me
from the fact that I am small, not bigger

When did it begin? Why would I need this mechanism of living?
Did it start at birth? When my cat died when I was in 3rd grade.
When I lost my father to his mental illness.
When the trauma set in?

If I am a mass of cells, a living organism,
vulnerable to this world of others.
I need protection. There was none when little.

I developed by watching others. I learned to protect.
I learned to heal. I learned to forgive, but always, my thoughts
were bigger than yours. You didn't recognize so I appeared
aloof, angry, bitter, warming, friendly, volatile, politically correct, patient, intense, stubborn, caring, wistful, shattered and put together again. I was all over the map. I couldn't find my waypoint, until now.

This is life's way. Our vehicle is our thoughts.

I am not bigger in thought, in action or in self. I am tired of running away, of blaming, of being ashamed. I no longer need protection other than from myself.

I am now relaxing in the part I could not have been taught. The idea that even experiences, over and over and over again, would teach me my lesson. You ask why people keep repeating mistakes. This is our allotment. The price each of us pays.

It is my thoughts that save me now, wondering about my son and his illness, about my predicament after years of hard work as a nurse, unabashedly independent, procuring mindfulness, deliberating the Buddhist way, meditating on thoughts, that I now for this moment am alone in.  My thoughts deconstructed. More connected, but not bigger.

My shoulders drop, my face unfurrows, my heart slows, a tear begins if I let it. I am released. I will not suffer further.

How can I tell you, I am not bigger any longer and I am at peace.
Nohémie Nov 2017
To be the bigger person
I said I wanted you to be happy
But I meant that I wanted you to choose me
Because I always thought happy would be with **me
Poetic T Sep 2017
A collection of walls
are only as small as
                         we think..

For everything's  bigger within,
                              size is in the mind..
If I could change, yesterday
I'd fly off to a new tomorrow
Reaching for the **stars
Seanathon Apr 2017
I want you back?
I openly laugh
I’d like to have you at all
Because *that
would be the end of *that
Three little words Burt....

*profuse, yet appropriate, laughter*

Mostly at myself
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