jagged lines as though a child created then in crayon. bold, beaming thunder strikes. their fingertips trace dips and peaks, until they engulf pale skin. until the pink matches her cheeks. until they match those of the tigers, zebras, okapis.
Are you're doing it in a healthy way? Are you watching what you eat?
Yeah.. That's why I didn't have a bun with dinner.
What I didn't tell her is that watching what I eat means watching what i would normally eat sit on the shelf watching what i would normally eat go to others watching what i would normally eat shrink off my body
She says I've gotten smaller My coworkers say I've gotten smaller
I don't see it
When someone asks if I've eaten I just avoid the topic or say I've had enough
If someone is concerned I laugh and say "I'm back on my anorexic *******"
The handles of time are wicked, pointy, and blood-******* They shoot into me like bullets and never stop their gusting There is no talk on the matter on how getting out of me Their marks on my life never disappear and historic shall they be
Oh, the pain of the mistakes done in time coming into history but never going out! Took me a few days to find a way to finish this lol
I've some scars, it can never be seen! You can't imagine the places I've been! All my flaws and insecurities! Trapped in the big walls of this small city! I’ve Some big marks! Some small! Some big wars! Some silly fall! It’s like My heart isn't beating anymore! Trying not to imagine how it was before! I've some stories I can't narrate! I've some moments none can relate! I've seen the guy in the mirror cry! But I still try! To forget all of it! But my scars won't let me move a bit!
the starfish embodies shape on clear moon and flops to the marked and old sand
I think my next couple of poems will be haikus. This is...I guess about how you can imprinting your creativity unto a blank canvas as well as one that's already been started to be painted? After all, many things have been made based on or as a spinoff as an older, already established thing.
Hands leaving passionate marks for a crying nun that has sinned her life away. Let her pray instead of running away. Let her cry warm wasteful tears. ***** fingernails explore the filthy nuns surface. Tracing bruises and spreading pain from the spanking received for being too needy. Forming nuances of red on the prime target. Sweet syrup fingers dripping down the arms of a freshly dead man. Defeat for the nun who now is done.
The sun is smiling at you The beach calls you Why are you hiding ?! You're so beautiful, put on your bikini now and go show off your body. Are not you shaved? Your hair on the body is not sin, it was God who put it there. Show the skin, show the veins show your face.
Your face is so beautiful your skin and so lush, but remember what I told you? You're more than that. Your beauty will pass by one day your lush skin will have wrinkles. But your mind and your brain will have knowledge forever.
I like your legs I like your body, I like to see you in every way. You do not need them to find you ****. Put that lingerie on you and show me those stretch marks.
Look in the mirror and say:
Damm! My stretch marks make me a mermaid. My weight makes me happy and I was not made to follow standards.
Beauty standards weaken me And I'm a woman I'm not weak.
I was born strong and no one is going to take that away from me.
I was not born to please those who do not care about me. I am confident and I make of my scars experiences. You need to hear this truth. You do not owe anyone your body. You do not owe anyone your sanity. And even if you change, you will never please everyone. The only person who has to be pleased is me. Today wash your face and leave the makeup, show the freckles, let the skin breathe. But tomorrow if you want to put your lipstick red and slay. Do not let them steal your freedom. You are a butterfly. Free yourself And fly.
Stop selling your brain girl. Stop selling your sanity. They do not deserve the prominence you give them. Remember that you have fire inside.
Seek for yourself in the midst of your imperfections, date with your insecurities.
You need them to feel alive. Do not give them the pleasure of controlling your brain. You are selling your feelings to leeches. Nobody is perfect. Accept this . They do not want to know what you feel. They want to rob you of the right to speak. Take the shine you have inside you And let it flow.