"fabel" poems
Whenever I'm getting toasted like a bagel,
I hold my hits deep for Robert Nagel.
I can't believe that **** happened.
I know its real, but it feels like a fabel.
I feel real bad for the girlfriend,
Her heads probably spinning like a whirlwind.
There's not much I can say to take the pain away;
Just know He'll save you when the world ends.
They say the good die young.
Well how come?
C'mon fate,
Can we get a better outcome?
So I guess for now, we all pray.
We love you Rob.
Forever and Always.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
Macht der leugen
zonder haar kracht
Macht der fabel
zonder haar pracht
Mocht het zijn
zoals het was
Neem mij mee
en breng mij terug
Terug naar woorden
en haar macht
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
They say
Nothing tastes as good
As skinny feels
And when I look in the mirror
All I feel is anger
He tells me I'm beautiful
He tells me that he loves my body
But I feel like I'm being told a liars tale
Like his liking of my appearance is nothing more than an Aesop's Fabel
With the lesson to never accept flattery
And I will always be the frog
My insecurities the stones they pelt me with
And if they can't hemp themselves
Than here I am splayed out like the frog I am on a dissection table
Waiting for your scalpels
And other picking tools
Rip me apart
And tell me my flaws
So I may love myself
Much like you do your own self
Through mirrors
And cameras
Because no amount of corsets or face masks
Will make me love myself
No ammount of comments from boys just passing by
Will make me feel better
Because there will always be that person telling me that I will die alone
That I'm not pretty enough
And that I don't look like her
And if there are 100 people telling me not to listen to them
And if they are so wrong
Than why do their opinions echo so loud?
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC