#size
follow the beat of my heart
if you listen closely you can hear
the yearning that pulses
the building of my fear
tenfold when i caught your eyes
negative when i lose my mind
try me like a sample size
envision our futures intertwined
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
There's power in skinny
In lithe
In nimble
There's beauty in less
In straight
In narrow
There's strength in slight
In gangly
In graceful
There more to be said
For a fresh look at spatial
There's beauty in buxom
In curves
In convex
There's comfort in contours
In creases
In waves
There's strength in stout
In plump
In physical
There much more to be said
For a fresh look at spatial
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 5:59 AM UTC
summer
eve
the heat
observation :
the hummingbirds in flight
are small
like darting beetles
the beetles in flight
are large
like slow whapping hummingbirds
i am pulled
by my mulling
and a dose
of applauded nature :
it wasn't that long ago that the dragonfly
had the wingspan of an Andean Condor
and the menace of a military drone
it wasn't that long ago that a common houseplant
could provide refuge
for The Swiss Family Robinson
in the future
when the blue whale
and other sea monstrosities
are extinguished
could a wolf or polar bear
happily adorn
a fashionable businessman's breast pocket ?
in slumber nonsense
thought
summer eve
and the heat
i am a microbe and a behemoth
a comfort experience
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
I once
was a
tad yet
a little
smaller than
I was
then a
man in
the madness
of the
heat I'd
foresee them
this tweet
or subsistence
was spite
that onsite
demagoguery triumph
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
texas blondes shotgun size
hurricanes can’t survive where northern boys rule,
it is just a national geographic magazine truth,
everybody knows the slow frenetic taking is a compromise,
my tongue parachutes inside the dome and the soft down
comforter is on the floor in the hotel room with a view of
fifth avenue and central park and the occasional glance outside,
a landing zone for the V-day parapoets
room service delivers in god’s love we trust.
i teach you my mastery and you laugh
texas blonde shotgun size
is that the best you got
and I laugh
cause we don’t got hurricanes in manhattan
unless they are man made
and the shower handle won’t turn us off
in what time zone is it am4:29
and you feed me verses like long legged spaghetti lines,
and i say too fast too fast and you say too bad too bad
northern boy
that how texas blondes shotgun size write poems
4:29am
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
To the humble ant,
A blade of grass is a tree,
In a vast forest.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Percy owned a big sword as tall as him and sharp as Hell
It was big and black and perfectly crafted
Just like something else closer to home
Forged in the depths of Hell by the best artisans
Now Percy owned the sword and he was boss
King of the block who nobody ****** with
He chopped off heads left and right
And lopped off ***** front and back
He gave neighbourhood defence a new meaning
His sword provided safety to all his buddies
Nobody sold drugs or stole cars
After meeting Percy and his tool
There was something about it
It was the length and blackness of it
Two attributes associated with something else
For even a BBC was limited in power and ******
When compared to Satan's own sword
Now in the care of humble Percy
Or was it the other way round?
Sword and man as one...
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
I paint daisy chains
On sharp edges
Roses in my hollows
Starvation in full bloom
Is lovelier than death
So I'll throw bouquets
On my own casket
And dig shallow graves
In my tummy
Bury yesterdays love
Resurrect today's doubt
At least skeletons
Are not afraid to die
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
Black,Brown,yellow or white,
Tall or short,what's in a height,
Thin, fat or obese,
What's to do with size,
From zero to XXL,
Beautiful,ugly or normal,
What the hell!
It's Your life,
Live it without strife.
Savour its flavours,
Reach out for experiences, newer and richer,
Be a Rockstar.
Soon before you die,
Your life before you will flash by,
Make sure,your ending is your best goodbye.
24/2/2019.
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
When I was in seventh grade
Society told me
That curves can be beautiful
And I thought the idea of that
Was beautiful
Until I saw mine.
It was never
That I didn’t find beauty
In others bodies,
It was that I couldn’t
Find beauty
In what I saw
In the mirror
And I know that
Sometimes
It’s more of a -me- problem
Than a society problem,
But sometimes
When -curvy woman-
Means hips like rosebuds
And waist like fine china,
I get a little scared
Of myself.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
"Is this really how you want to present yourself?"
I know I'm fat
I know the clothes are clinging to my body rolls
I know I have a muffin top
I know that I have to shop in the "big" section
Because my body was never good enough
And in those rare moments when it was enough for me
Someone would make my confidence
Crash to the ground
Even if I like the clothes
Even if I like shape
My body will always fail for being
"too big"
If I stop eating, will it be enough?
If I go to the gym until I faint, will it be enough?
If you can see my ribs, will it be enough?
When will I be enough for you ...
Mom
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC
*The society
always have something to say
whether big or small
They will pick you up
Even if you never did wrong
They will do something
About how you speak,
how your actions define you
It always matter
To them, you’re nothing
But in God’s eyes, we belong
to love and be kind
To share one’s beauty
Be grateful for what’s in there
enough and content
Not wanting for more
Because it can only form
destruction, greed, pride
Human can’t value
how much important it is
to feel grateful for
things that can impact
your health, your environment
it can help improve
Nonetheless
Whatever sizes
body, heart, mind, perception
you are beautiful*
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
On every visit
I was encouraged
To burn more
From,
XXXL to XXL
XXL to XL
XL to L
L to M
Now
I feel great
Sense of achievement
Easier to breathe
Easier to move
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
When you hold me
I forget to be insecure
About my size
About my numbers
About my body
I forget to worry
About my lumpy thighs
About my jiggly tummy
About my pudgy arms
You stroke each limb
And kiss every inch
As if none of it matters
As if you don't care
That I'm fat
You aren't afraid to touch
My cellulite
My bumps
My pudge
The things
Nobody else wanted
Nobody else would touch
Nobody else saw as desirable
You touch them
You hold them
You kiss them
You make love to them
You flat out love them
Because for some reason
You don't care
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
he dreams
of having complete
control
he dreams
of the mightiest
toll
he dreams
of being the influential
bloke
he dreams
of a domineering
spoke
he dreams
and he dreams
in wild
infatuation
he dreams
and he dreams
with such a lasting
fixation
what he dreams
will never
materialize
as his dreaming
isn't of a humble
size
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
I want to feel beautiful.
To feel confident
To feel loved
To feel beautiful.
Who stole my beautiful?
Where did it go?
It was just here...
But then someone pointed out how fat I am.
They noticed my acne
and my mom jeans.
They asked if I had ever had a boyfriend,
And laughed when I shook my head no.
They told me I was the reason there were waves in the pool
And told me my swimsuit was ugly.
They said my hair was greasy
And I kind of smelled.
They asked why I had to shop at Catherine's
And why not Aeropostale.
They stole my beautiful.
And they weren't even sorry.
They STOLE it.
Stealing is a crime,
But not when it comes to ****** 8 year olds
Who think it's okay to hurt others.
Not when it comes to shady friends who say they can bring these things up,
"Because we're friends."
Not when it comes to judgmental family memebers
Who don't know what it's like to wear size 16 jeans.
(Actually, 18...)
(I'm embarrassed.)
Nobody stops these people from stealing.
From stealing the beautiful from
A 10 year old who already knows the worst,
But she's choosing to be confident anyway.
A 13 year old who's unloved by others,
But she's still trying so ******* hard to love herself.
A 16 year old weighing 250 pounds,
But she's exercising through the depression.
A 17 year old bent over the toilet,
Trying to lose the weight you told her was ugly,
And trying to find the beautiful you should have told her about instead.
But they stole my beautiful.
The beautiful that got me through every day.
The beautiful that reminded me size doesn't matter.
The beautiful that belongs to me.
The beautiful you took.
Like there was some kind of limited supply or something.
Like mine deserved to be stolen.
Yeah, you took that kind of beautiful.
And you left an even greater treasure behind.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
i am so small
compared to the mountains
i am so little
compared to the sea
i am so tiny
in comparison to the islands
and i am so large
compared to what i thought i would be
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
Deep within the bowels of the Earth
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet a severely
hunchbacked ******
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent screaming sinister banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing from one end of the universe to the other
putting to shame the initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
that could only gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC