#thinner - Hello Poetry

Younger wanting to be older Older wanting to be young Child wishing to be bigger Bigger wishing to be thinner Teen wanting a clearer face Clearer face wanting a better body People lamenting bad hair days Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . . We diss what we have Wish for what we lack When what we have is gone Oh, what we'd give to have it back! Youthful desires for future yearning Future bearing down like a train Elders' memories of past unnerving Hit by a train never the same Mark Toney © 2020

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Oct 7, 2020

Oct 7, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC

poetry2go

Never Satisfied

Younger wanting to be older Older wanting to be young Child wishing to be bigger Bigger wishing to be thinner Teen wanting a clearer face Clearer face wanting a better body People lamenting bad hair days Bad hair days replaced with no hair days. . . We diss what we have Wish for what we lack When what we have is gone Oh, what we'd give to have it back! Youthful desires for future yearning Future bearing down like a train Elders' memories of past unnerving Hit by a train never the same Mark Toney © 2020

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Why they call me the fearful poet! (The Razor Thin Difference) *”but who am I to complain the razor thin difference tween blessings and curses so thin, sometimes are they not, the same thing”* Aug. 2018 ~~~ this familiar line, well traversed, lives on the maps sketched indented on your palms and brow, at the edges of the crow’s nests, the eye’s keyboard witnesses, recording every stroke we tap in seeings, forming letters, letters into lines, lines into verse, as we alliterate, we walk unawares, of the razor thin difference tween blessings and curse, indiscernible until concluded, perhaps, not even then, the stanza’s probable outcome, always unsure, unknowing destiny’s decision so we walk, tread, plumb, shoutout “vive la difference,” hoping the blessing messengers hear us first, consummating our pleas on their favorable sight & side, ever fearful, we do not shout loud enough, do the blind hear, need me, possess my sacrificial offerings, my trepidations, burnt on the Temple’s altar who will breathe their smoke and understand their fearful origins? so we-write, cajole that our every moment’s fear, find the difference, that we don’t bleed from life’s razoring, the thinner thinnest needle threaded, **and fear is the threat, and fear is the thread, that holds me together** until the unraveling requires me to write again, the fearful poet

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Mar 22, 2019

Mar 22, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC

fearfulpoet

Why they call me the fearful poet! (The Razor Thin Difference)

Why they call me the fearful poet! (The Razor Thin Difference) *”but who am I to complain the razor thin difference tween blessings and curses so thin, sometimes are they not, the same thing”* Aug. 2018 ~~~ this familiar line, well traversed, lives on the maps sketched indented on your palms and brow, at the edges of the crow’s nests, the eye’s keyboard witnesses, recording every stroke we tap in seeings, forming letters, letters into lines, lines into verse, as we alliterate, we walk unawares, of the razor thin difference tween blessings and curse, indiscernible until concluded, perhaps, not even then, the stanza’s probable outcome, always unsure, unknowing destiny’s decision so we walk, tread, plumb, shoutout “vive la difference,” hoping the blessing messengers hear us first, consummating our pleas on their favorable sight & side, ever fearful, we do not shout loud enough, do the blind hear, need me, possess my sacrificial offerings, my trepidations, burnt on the Temple’s altar who will breathe their smoke and understand their fearful origins? so we-write, cajole that our every moment’s fear, find the difference, that we don’t bleed from life’s razoring, the thinner thinnest needle threaded, **and fear is the threat, and fear is the thread, that holds me together** until the unraveling requires me to write again, the fearful poet

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I'm happy with my body But I could always be thinner.

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC

juliannapoems

thinner

I'm happy with my body But I could always be thinner.

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Be thinner be smarter Be the perfect daughter Smile and laugh Such a piece trash Just agree Give in to their lying Your hopeless, but dont stop trying No one truley cares Don't ignore the stares Stop holding teddy bears Run your fingers through your hair Your an adult now Fix your self up now.

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC

Gullibledreamer

Lying

Be thinner be smarter Be the perfect daughter Smile and laugh Such a piece trash Just agree Give in to their lying Your hopeless, but dont stop trying No one truley cares Don't ignore the stares Stop holding teddy bears Run your fingers through your hair Your an adult now Fix your self up now.

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Nobody knows They can't tell my pain They can't see my tears They won't feel my hunger They won't notice until I fade away Excuses. My life is built on them Excuses and lies. My mind is full Yet my stomach is not Who would know? That happy girl, That chubby, happy girl She's crying inside There's a disease in her mind She's struggling I'm struggling. I'm too far gone

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Jun 27, 2012

Jun 27, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC

G-M

Too far gone

Nobody knows They can't tell my pain They can't see my tears They won't feel my hunger They won't notice until I fade away Excuses. My life is built on them Excuses and lies. My mind is full Yet my stomach is not Who would know? That happy girl, That chubby, happy girl She's crying inside There's a disease in her mind She's struggling I'm struggling. I'm too far gone

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Maybe if I cut myself Or made myself prettier and thinner Then you would love me, Not leave me all alone. Maybe if I made that jump Or made myself in your image Then I would finally be good enough And not an outcast. Maybe if I cut myself Or made myself prettier and thinner Then you would finally love me And I wouldn't be the shameful daughter.

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Apr 16, 2015

Apr 16, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC

MichaelaFerris

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Maybe if I cut myself Or made myself prettier and thinner Then you would love me, Not leave me all alone. Maybe if I made that jump Or made myself in your image Then I would finally be good enough And not an outcast. Maybe if I cut myself Or made myself prettier and thinner Then you would finally love me And I wouldn't be the shameful daughter.

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