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Heather 6d
For all my life I’ve been a woman obsessed
With taking up as little space as possible
To shrink my waist
And sink my cheeks

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With being heard as little as possible
To bite my tongue and not interrupt
To keep the ******* curse words in

I’ve been a woman obsessed
With winning the hearts of others
To see the twinkle in their eye when they smile at me

But I am thick, and I am loud, and I forgot to love myself.
JasFow May 8
i prefer to have them watch me
its better than them not to notice
now do you understand
the short shirts and ***** shorts
see through tops show bras with no underwire
eyebrows filled in and lips filled with lip liner
ive become unaware of my volume
speaking loud enough to show my power
why should i hide
wanting to make a hero i made a monster at the same time
the names labeling me are more than likely true
i don't fear the looks they give
they almost fuel me to stand taller and show a bit more
say what you must
your words will feed my lust
blackbiird May 22
i no longer find solace
in my solitude because the voices in
my heard are too loud.
                      "your nose is too big"
"you're too fat"

          "you'll never be good enough"

"no one likes you"

"better off dead"

and the office talk begins.


I have three sides:

1. The quiet, sweet, and shy side.
2. The fun, loud, and crazy side.
3. The side you never want to see.


I think we all have side Nº 3.
what do I do
when i don't want to die
but
I don't exactly want to live?
when nothing
is loud enough
to
drown the sound
of my thoughts?
~j.l.
Anastasia May 13
A little boy of shadow
Sitting in carnations
Terrified
Of God’s creations.
A little boy,
Lost and to never be found
Never knew
The voices could be so loud.
The voices that say
“If you stood, the world could be ours.”
But he prefers wishing on stars.
Because his legs are beaten and bruised
And he cannot walk.
But he wishes for someone to help him stand.
And doesn’t make him talk
About the things he wants to say
The things he wants to keep away
For someone who will always stay.
an old poem from last year, that i really love.
Bummer May 7
I'll **** my misery with a radio.
I wear black and red.
I hate how loud silence can be,
that's me inside your head.
Tila Apr 29
Mushrooms and tiny pops,
Fungus growing deep inside,
Its too much, too loud.
found another one of my lost ones
--

Here And Now, 428, 9-26-2017
I cannot walk on water
I cannot move the stars
Iam no famous hero
And i never travel far

I do not speak for Jesus
I do not speak for God
Iam just a mortal man
Who can do nothing but sob

Iam just withered mud
Drying up, little by little
Each and every day
For there is no more water, as it never seems to rain

Everything is simple
Everything is plain
This world is so ordinary
So why am i so vain

We only exist because we reproduce
We only exist to repopulate
So little so late into infinity
Nobodys got any real purpose, please stop this fate

So we escape from here
With our hearts that care
Into our art and culture
Into our minds, away from these vultures

We sleep we dream
All our life it may seem
Impossible to feel, to heal
Our laughter is crying, just to feel

What is life if not dying
Our fear belongs only to God
We do not know anything beyond what we see
Can we learn anything, but what they may teach

A writer writes, an artist draws
A sculptor sculpts, a fighter claws
We are who we are, and choose to be
So live now in this moment, not for a future, we've yet to see
i wonder if 431 is somewhere out there.
my life is on pluto right now
bella Apr 15
my words mean nothing to you,
do they?
all you want are the raw images of
lacy curves and hairless thighs,
the sound of my breathing and the way
my name sounds so good rolling off
your tongue.
it's as if when i say "hello"
all you hear is "ready, set, go"
my words mean nothing to you,
do they?
you don't love me. you never did and you never will.
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