Clothes drenched in cold sweats,
Breath heavy with smog,
Heart pounding in ear drums,
Footsteps growing louder,
Cars whirring by,
Stomach tied into queasy knots...
This is it
The time is now-
While the wounds are still fresh.
Lean against the guard rail
As all bad memories play on repeat;
There is nothing to be saved.
The whispers urge the inevitable....

Clothes dripping from cold sweats,
Lungs blackened from smog,
Heart rate skyrocketing,
Two steps up onto the guard rail,
Passing cars turn a blind eye,
Stomach a flutter...
Goodbye
Release the fingers that hold
Onto the fine line of reality.
The cold wind fools the mind
As adrenaline pumps through the veins;
A perfect instant in time.
It was the best possible way....

Clothes dried by the wind,
Breathe in a new life,
Heart skips a few beats,
No more walking in circles,
Cars slam on brakes,
Stomach finally at peace....
*Hello

I am hated.
Have been hated
All of my life.
People sneered,
Laughed,
Whispered,
Frowned,
Glared,
Teased.

Why?

Because I am
Slender.
Because I am
Blonde.
Because I am
Blue eyed.
Because I am
Middle class.
Because I am
White.
Because I am
"Perfect".

But I'm not.
I am no more
Perfect in the eyes
Of this wretched
Society than you
Or anyone else.

Blaming those
Different than
You is cruel,
Even if it is
Out of jealousy.

Jealousy
Ruins,
Breaks,
Destroys.

I have
Never
Said a hurtful
Word towards
Anyone's appearance
Or social status.
Why do so to
Me?

This is the other side
Of oppression.
Of racism.
Of elitism.

Think
Before you
Speak.

My life is not
"Perfect".
Don't bring me
Down
Because you think I'm
Up.

Why hate someone
Because they are what
Society deems
"Acceptable"?

We as a whole
SURPASS
"Acceptable".

There is infinite
Beauty
In each one of our
Differences.

Forget about those
Paper thin
"Models"
Who model nothing
But low self esteem.

It is time to be
Be your own model;
A model for
Generations
To come.

If you take anything
From this
Feverishly construed
Poem, let it be this:

Do not
Assume
One party has it
Easier
Than
You.

Stuck.
You're stuck.
So that must mean I am too.
I don't want to be stuck.
My love for you grows
More and more each day.
But I can never stay stuck.

Stuck.
I was stuck.
Long before I met you.
I didn't want to be stuck then,
And I don't now.
Trapped within a
Disgustingly thick, slimy stuck
I worked my way deep in to find
Nothing but more unruly muck.

Stuck.
I'm only halfway stuck.
But you're all the way stuck.
I'm not going back in.
I'll suffocate again,
Lose myself and become
The demon that attaches to
My weakening soul like
The grotesque parasite it is.
You can stay stuck all you want
But you'll never find me down there
While you wallow around in your
Muddled conceptions of yourself.

Stuck.
Yeah, right.
But I'll be here
At the edge of the muck
Waiting to help you out
When you get unstuck.

I just want to feel something inside,
I need you to look into my eyes,
I'm so sick of pointless sparks,
I want a flame inside my heart.