"carbs" poems
the doctor said i have a fatty liver
so i started drinking straight *****
to cut down on carbs
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
My nutritionist told me I need to increase my caloric intake and eat more carbs. I asked my nutritionist, “aren’t carbs bad for you?”
She said, “No. Carbs are not bad for you, carbs are an immediate energy source for your body to use, what’s bad for you is not eating enough and passing out at the end of the day like some ***** ***** Now eat some carbs and get some meat on those bones before I order you a ******* pizza myself.”
I should mention that my nutritionist is also my best friend. I call her Lady Reptar, because she is one. A lady, not a reptar, even though she’s twenty times more awesome than a dinosaur and fifty times nicer. She’s beautiful like a ************* daisy in the woods and she’s sharp and wittier than her cooking knives and she’s warmer than her father’s woodstove.
"So, do poppy seeds count as protein?"
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
to the the girls who starve themselves,
the ones that watch their carbs,
you want to feel adored
you´re personality is fading
they´ll eventually get bored.
while striving for more
you settle for less
you can´t seem to love yourself
step on the scale, there go a few numbers
along with your happiness
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
I stare into the half length,
double wide vanity that sits
poised in my two bathroom home.
It's reflection of me, naked and
unrefined, are often and unmistakingly
disappointing. But, no longer.
I will embrace my scars of battle. I
will soak in the curves and crevices
of the weight I carry with me.
Counting carbs and chasing carrots
with salad day after day were never
really even my style.
Health. Happiness. Heart. Those
are what matter. Cliche, yes. But true:
A number on a scale is nothing.
I clutch my sides and embrace the
mountains that ridge and peak
laterally on my canvas.
I embrace my full bust and curvy
thighs with earnest demeanor. I
am an image of me. Nearly 20.
No longer will I hold my head low
at a passing glance. I refuse to hide
in clothes too large to disguise my shape.
Beauty is who you are. It's not what
you look like according to the golden
ratios or whatever the hell "they" say.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
drip... drip ..drip
feel the cold water
hit your empty stomach
just take little sips
stomach growls lull me to sleep
i don't like a full stomach
i don't care that it makes me weak
i don't see a cookie
i see 120 calories
22.8 g carbs, 14.4 g sugar
this is my daily life I'm not a rookie
water has zero grams
of sugar,carbs and calories
so I drink water
i have water for dinner
and for a snack
i avoid the scale
i don't weight myself anymore
cause it makes me feel more like
a beached whale
i don't eat breakfast
i eat one meal at 3pm
some people notice so
i just lie and say I'm fasting...
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Oh,
my love
you know I long for you to hold me
though
my love
it seems your arms cannot enfold me
i got a
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Ohhh!!!
and when
you tell me
that I am just the way you need me
tell me truly
is it the carbs or fat you feed me
you gimee
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Ohhh!!
(bridge)
And it's true
that when we sleep, I lie behind you
and it's true
the morning sun can never find you
i got a
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
Ohhh!!!
i love your
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
fat back
front roll
yeah
yeah
yeah!!
FAT BACK!!!!
beby baby
Front roll
Mamma Mamma
Fat back
Daddy Daddy
oohhhh!!
oohhhh!!
oohhhh!!
Fat Back!
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
thin mints
thin lines
thin ice
"get thin now for the low price of
your soul and entire indisposable income"
thinning hair
thinning patience
thinning shears
"wow what an amazing deal!"
i'll take it
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
The oldest one has set the bar -
Brown eyes, brown hair, natural tan,
Teeth that look just the way teeth should with no aid from metal or NASA-patented plastics.
Kappa Alpha Theta, college homecoming queen,
Following in the footsteps of our parents,
To someday hand out bottles of pills with her God-given smile and white coat to match.
I know she's not perfect, but I like to pretend.
Then there's me.
Then the next youngest,
Long brown hair, massive brown eyes, pale skin with the occasional freckle.
Her awkward phase - back brace, teeth brace, allergies, inhaler, tall and gangly -
paid off in the best way.
She wears her high heels to high school and looks straight off the runway.
She wears her pointe shoes and unfolds like a plant growing in fast-motion.
She sits at the table and draws and eats nothing but carbs and still looks made of sticks.
She wants to be a cartoonist, people tell her to be a model, a ballerina,
Our mother insists she's far too brilliant.
Then the baby.
Thin blonde hair, blue-grey eyes with a ring on the outside, grey skin when she's tired.
As Dad says: the printer ran out of ink.
She's beautiful like the rest, of course, but
she's not finished yet, still learning that her peers are generally wrong.
She frets and worries, but she listens to the music I tell her to,
and her expensive pockets have less and less rhinestones.
I tell her not to hug me so much when I come home,
But it's fine. I'm proud of her.
Someday she'll stop screaming at our mother and realize what she has to look forward to.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
They tell me i look like you
every contour shape is
shadow of your ages
passed down
the self reward to hold a standard
to look like you
and act like you
they say im beautiful
passed down
well if beauty is measured
by the pounds i weigh
and the food i eat
i may be too ugly
for my mom reminds me
that those carbs are a heavy
burden to pay
that food is a blessing
but a curse
cause when you look in the mirror
all you see is hate
i hope to remind my
daughter that
food is a blessing
and all you see is growth
because with food
comes love
your body is temple
to place the things you love inside
food is compassion
for you sit with the ones you love
while you eat
i may not know the next diet
but i will know that my body
is what i eat
and i eat love
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
.
6mg Fat
11mg Carbs
150 mg Protein
7% of US RDA
Potassium and
3% US RDA
zinc and cop
per. It is both
Pre ven tative
and fights can
cer. Particular
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cer. Only 20 calories .
per serving! ingestion of
seminal pla sma is
called ***** ophagia
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
~~~
my diet of ideas
is without carbs
that convert to saccharine;
a life filed by the pauses of milky hot coffee sips,
these are the protein compositional periods,
in my otherwise,
stuttering life
when they come to me,
these escapades of poems~moments
'tis the only nutrition this man needs
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Halfway up a mountain
on an ice-bound January day,
I sought to reliquify
a few calorific assets.
I am no fool -
I had been carefully investing
a portion of each meal
in certain holdings
(mainly around the waist).
Of course, I knew the safe route:
balanced diet, carbs, fruit, veg;
but a venture nutritionist such as myself
pays little heed to such extravagant prudence.
Fried breakfasts looked like offering
a quick and reliable payoff
and sure, for a while it worked.
But guess what:
Just when I needed the big windfall,
nothing.
Not a sausage,
if you'll pardon the pun.
"Sorry," a regretful body explained,
"I know you'd think you could call on your investments
"at the drop of a hat,
"but actually they're kind of clogged,
"a bit like your arteries."
Wheezing, waiting
for the mountain rescue helicopter,
I spared a rueful thought
for the taxpayer -
the reluctant buyer
of my safety.
You might imagine I owe something in return,
but I watch the news
and I reckon
I'll get away with it.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
give us this day our daily bread
and lead us not into the toilet
for carbs are calories
and so is time
this is my body (said bread) broken for you
take, eat, and remember
i take, eat, and regurgitate
i purge your purging of my sins
for bread is not safe
but are you?
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
11am
today i was sluggish
I ran a 6:45 mile
Beat my mile time
Benched 235
New max on bench
Almost have an eight pack
And somewhat feel unhappy
I've adjusted
My body is a temple
That society and culture busted
Warped by mocking of blemishes and dimples
Six pack well built
I fall in that circle
Mal nourished till I tilt
Collapses when i turn purple
Guided by past achievements
Visions of success
To forget what belief meant
Gain mass the more you digest
Calories, Carbs, and proteins
Vitamins, liquid, and BCAA's
Work hard
Workout harder
Appreciate where you were like other would if they are you
We are all victims turned into the very perpetrator we rejected
Look in the mirror
Change or accept
Fight or conform
Satisfy pleasure or live in comfort
To be honest
I haven't felt a reason to be happy
I appreciate when times are good
But I'm still not happy
And i refuse to ruin someone's day
Or hid my emptiness behind a smile
And until I find what I am looking for
Tomorrow at 9am
I'll be at the gym
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Be happy alone (but be happier with a man).
Be sad, (but don't show it).
Be stupid, be smart, fall for all of our plots.
Be this! Be that! Be YOU!
(Be just unique enough that you are just like our other 1,000,000 readers).
Laugh a lot with your perfectly straight teeth.
(Don't let them see the stains from the acid that creeps).
Lose it, curb it, fight it, crunch it, boost it, control it.
**** him, tease him, **** him, blow his mind
(but don't be a **** because nobody likes a stupid ****
You're not wearing the right jeans,
You're not wearing the right shirt,
(But they'd probably look better if you followed these steps to lose 5 pounds in 5 days)
((and dyed and cut your hair))
(((and put your makeup on just right)))
love yourself (just enough to lose yourself,)
because then,
then you are on the path to improvement.
you are one step closer to that
(hand selected, perfectly manicured, potentially, possibly, probably starving)
model,
(who is still not quite good enough to make it without photoshop).
Because Kate Moss tells me,
“Nothing taste's as good as skinny feels,”
and maybe she's right.
Because this fat doesn't sit quite right,
it lumps and bumps. It muffin tops.
It's sloppy, I'm lazy, I eat too much
Maybe I should cut my carbs
and meat
(and everything in between)
Because my size 8 self is plus size to the ones that control my mind.
Because to be a plus is really a negative,
and to be a zero really means that I'm a ten.
Because to be skinny is to succeed.
And to succeed is to win.
And winning is all part of the system, right?
So, yes Cosmo, I'll pluck and shave.
I'll flirt and curl
I'll cut and count
I'll smile and cry
I'll **** and blow
I'll smoke my eyes and cover up my zits
I'll use my mirror to photoshop out every flaw that makes me beautiful
and maybe, maybe someday I'll be just as lifeless as the girls in your magazine.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC
it's soaring through flaming green hills
your heart races with the curiosity of discovery
it's dancing on a secluded mountaintop
with the drunken energy of a motorino zipping.
it's the endless time spent laughing
lips tingling with wine and philosophy
furiously awaiting l'autobus
and saying basta to the pasta.
the hazelnut aroma of hot cappuccini,
and suddenly you have the bravery
to get lost alle tre in Trestevere.
it's watching sunrays part mountains and Corinthian columns
and sparkling on salty waters
and you inch toward the edges of cliffs
just to catch a glimpse.
it's the comfort of friends and Nutella
when Ryanair lands and Rome becomes Home
and life, and death, and carbs follow you.
it's the homeless and the hungry
sleeping in the strong arms of St. Peter
and disappointment and shame
consumes you.
it's sobbing when you are alone,
foreign, and strange
and sobbing when it's time to say
arrivederci
it's when you fall, your stupid heel caught between cobblestones
that you realize you're in love.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
I haven't seen you in a few days
But I got the update today
He told me all about how desperately
you want to die
As the words exited his mouth
I felt the pit in my stomach caving in on itself
And begging for a bottle of ***
A pack of cigarettes
And a loaf of bread
But don't panic!
I didn't eat any bread
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
They tell us to accept the skin we're in,
But how can I accept what society makes feel like a sin?
Gross to be bigger than a size one or two,
Does that sound realistic? Not to me, to you?
Purged souls on countless carbs of animosity,
The taste of self hate rich and buttery.
Magazines don't help, if only looks could ****
Girls are starving and dying, I promise you not just for the thrill.
Hated and disgusted by their very own reflection,
Don't try and stop them it's a battle you'll never win.
Only bones can make them happy,
White porcelain devils flush their dignity gladly.
True selves lost with every vigorous flush,
The feeling so high, their own personal rush.
With every single flush they soon fade away,
Ask me how I know,
I was once that way.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Purge.
I purge myself of the fat I girl I was and
Hope to be no more
Purge.
I purge myself of the carbs I just devoured
Longing to see a lesser number on a scale.
Purge.
I purge myself of all the “I would never do that” comments
Of a girl with a good head on her shoulders.
Purge.
I purge myself to be the ideal girl
With the hourglass figure.
Purge.
I purge myself of all the warnings I’ve heard
Knowing that I’m destroying my interior
Hoping to have the ideal exterior
Purge.
I purge myself of my meals,
But in reality I’m ridding myself of guilt
Purge.
I purge myself of the fat girl I used to be
In hopes of being the girl, the world wants to see.
Purge.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
You are a ******
For happiness
You don't believe me
Do you?
You think, nah,
I'm clean.
Sober, even.
Well, you're wrong.
When you were young,
You got a taste of it.
Happiness.
And it was pure.
It was innocent.
And it was the best
You've ever ******* felt
In your whole entire life.
It came in many forms.
Sledding with your older brother,
In the mountains of magic
Glittering snow
That you would only grow
To hate
Over the years
The back breaking, black ice
********
You had to salt and shovel
Weeks on end
Enough to wage a war
With nature
But then, back then,
You were happy with snow.
Maybe even
In love with it.
You got a taste.
Your favorite ice cream bar
Every lick.
Insatiable. Delicious.
The perfect ending
To a gorgeous summer afternoon.
Of course,
As the months peeled away
You'd learn that
Ice cream makes you fat
And sugar is a disease
Before you know any better
You're counting calories
And carbs
And pounds
And inches
And everything becomes
A ******* number
Suddenly you focus so much
On your body
That you lose your soul
But then, back then,
It simply didn't matter.
You were only a kid.
With a sweet tooth.
You got a taste.
Your mother's arms
Warm, welcoming
You could tell her any secret
And she would fight off
Every demon
Chase the closet monsters away
And craft a dream catcher
For all those nightmares
Then the days crack apart
Your calendar flips over the decades
And the woman with the title
Mother
Is nothing more than a stranger
You can't even remember her age
Anymore
Torn apart by trivial fights
Over mall money
And curfews
Mother?
What mother?
You have no mother,
Only a **** with shared DNA.
But then, back then,
It was blissful
Her kisses were the only medicine
You needed
You got a taste.
And now,
You spend your whole life
Searching for the
Glitter in the snow
And the heaven
In the ice cream
And the warmth
In your mother's arms
But
Everything is dull now
But
It's all bad for you
But
Her arms are six feet under
Happiness.
You are a ******
You are addicted
And you will never get your fix
Because all you ever got
Was a taste
Just enough to keep you searching
But never satisfied.
* You got a taste.*
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
"When did you get so thin?" they say it like it's a revelation like the gods from heaven had sent down a message to convey to the whole world and that message was conveyed in a girl and the numbers on her bathroom scale.
Smiling thinly I have to replay "good diet, good exercise" even tough deep down I know the reality and they know it too but I lie because how can you explain that the thing that gives you life is the thing that's killing you?
The good diet? Apparently might as not, apparently celery and gum is not a healthy way to make your body function, apparently no meals is not, apparently diet coke is not, apparently ice is not a way to live your life, but who wants to live mine anyway?
It's hard to convey that every bite adds on a stone and every meal is equal to 10 kilos I have to run off, till I trow up, till my **** is toned up, till my senses turn off and my heart gives up, because when I look in the mirror the girl I see is not the girl in me, the girl I see isn't a girl at all, she has no bones and no muscles, rather she has jelly around every bend of the body, every inch of it is filled with the word that becomes her, a word that she becomes.
Fat.
She's fat, she's ugly she's fat, she's fat, she's ugly, she is fat, she's just not that fat, she's fat, her stomach pukes when she eats, fat, her thighs jiggle when she walks, fat, her arms and legs can barely function, fat, she's always dizzy and cold, fat, her face is pale and she is that word. Fat.
Although people try, although they try to tell her that she's not, to help her, to save her, to rescue a girl that does not need rescuing, this girl does not need saving rather this girl needs a knife, a knife to cut away all her worries, to tear her lungs and bumps on her body until she has nothing left, nothing at all because nothing is perfect,
zero is perfection, zero meals, zero carbs, zero calories, zero kilos, zero efforts, zero voices, zero people in her head screaming, zero messages in her head gleaming whenever she eats, the evil ones that she deals with, the ones who stop her eating, the ones that know that every mouthful she eats she is no longer beautiful, she becomes that word, fat,
what torture could be worse than that?
Selfish, she's selfish, I'm selfish for believing that a few spare pounds is the worst thing that can happen to me.
People are reminding me constantly that how the nightmares I feed are not the ones to fear because I could get hit by a car, I could get harassed or stabbed, I could get a disease that can stop me from breathing, I could get kicked on to the streets an of course, of course these things are worse and terrible and horrible and bleak but at least in these circumstances I wouldn't have to eat.
The truth is I'm a jealous little girl in a world that doesn't care, I'm jealous of the people I see who weight less than I will be, I'm jealous of the people who don't eat that people don't see, I'm jealous of the scale, I'm jealous of nothing, I'm jealous of bones and vomits and pills of prescription and water and air and nothing.
So, "when did you get so thin?" they say it like it's a revelation because how can they begin to see that the thing that gives me life is the thing that's killing me.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
You say, "I ate so much I want to go anorexic"
You don't know
but I'm anorexic
I'm a loose cannon
Doctor says I'm gonna die any day now
but I can't stop
All I think about is food, and calories,
and how good my hip bones would look if I was only 5 pounds lighter
I have no friends anymore.
But I'm surprised.
Even I hate me.
Even I don't want to hang out with me.
I have no life besides sitting at home thinking about carbs
As dead as I look from the outside I feel more dead inside
As cold as I am all the time, my heart is colder.
So don't you dare say you want this life
Don't say this is desirable
Because its not..
I hate myself.
If only I was skinnier...
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
they say everyone has a personal hell on earth
will you laugh if I tell you mine is a bathroom
because the peeling white wall and concrete floor
close in and whisper “more more more more”
as I shove a plastic spoon down my throat
salad, carrots and humus, cheerios
unplanned nibbles and a full stomach
send me down the stairs into the quiet empty room
where the window is blurred
just like my eyes
as they fill while I empty
“these are the depths”
I tell myself
this is the place where I find new lows
and just when I think I finally reached rock bottom
the toilet responds with a shovel
“keep digging”
an empty stomach and dead eyes
smiling but only my mouth muscles twitch
an odd sensation, an odd response to the compliment
“you’ve lost weight!”
I am more naked in this prison
than I ever am undressed with nameless boys and forgotten faces
as *** replaces carbs
and more “friends” like my photos on facebook
because I never have to sleep alone
but one minute in my Siberia feels like lifetimes of solitude
that no gently touch
or quick ****
can ever compensate for
where is the key that lets me out?
I’ve searched my esophagus but it only leaves me with ****** noses
it must be somewhere else inside of me
unrelated to the number on the back of my jeans
for I feel it in me
something is telling me to stop
it’s like a lump of innate love
that shakes its head every time I bend over
the demons (my demons) are drowning my mom’s voice
“I pray it gets better” she cries over the phone
but your rosary beads are choking me
because there is no God in this incandescent purgatory
but sometimes
I see myself reflected in the shallow water
which reminds me that I am more
than what I contribute to the sewer system
I leave the bathroom still searching for the light
at the far, far end of the tunnel
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC