"forigen" poems
Childhood years full of green grass
A little girl free of care, full of spirit
The mirror was forigen to her gaze
Middle school girl feels abit queer
She found her body to be changing
She feels the mirror’s light stare
High school girl is made of glass
Body stuck in a delusional freeze frame
Everyday she tries to hide what the mirror dreadfully enhances in her eyes
Bathroom visit to throw up her enemy
Gym routines that can't ever be missed
Troubled truly by her magnified flaws
Last summer at home spent in bed
Hospitalized from the demon she let in
Her heart grows so weak, she'd be dead by next week
She breaks all the mirrors that messed with her head
She eats her first meal praying it will stay
She enters her college revivied and refocus on books not just body looks.
Girls you are all beautiful no matter your size.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
I got left alone as a kid.
And not in the good sense,
Where you are given time
And space to explore
Your mind and the things that can fly.
I got left lonely.
I was the kid at school that ate their lunch
In the doorway of the school hall
Because no one would go there
To point out that I was alone.
I could pretend that this was a doorway
That was a cave
That stored a secret world to the elves.
but in reality – I was cold. And scared.
And had weird food.
I was forigen. But I didn’t know what that was then.
I was just alive. And people didn’t like me.
And the ones that liked me.
Often stopped.
changed their minds.
By the ones that didn’t.
It may not seem traumatic,
Or even worthy of complaint.
But it haunts me,
Today. And yesterday. And the day before that.
Im always afraid that you will leave me alone
That you will change your mind.
And that I will once again,
Have to find a doorway to sit inside.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
"And her, and her lime green hair
Calamax, oh Calamax:
The sister fair.
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She estranged
From her throne
Had thoughts, and thoughts
Her neighbors grown
To runaway
To newfound grass
Intermediate memory
So she passed.
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Flighty and light
Her steps were made,
Made meaningless strides
Eventually which dug her grave.
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In time she added
All she did need
Every each day
She found feed,
Foal she was
Foolish and dirt
Likely to lose.
Her life-
Inert.
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In path she was
To kingdom fame
To find reknown,
In gold so vein,
In this it was
And always will be
A forigen concept,
To the narrator: me.
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"Calamax,
Your beauty full,
Come to home
Our cart to pull."
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"Calamax,
We entreat you so
Rest with us,
A new home we'll be-
Stay and see."
This: their words,
Their strategy.
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And soon she lay
Upon the road
The same she traveled
To escape ailing abode
In deep well she was
In cast: sad lot
Her feet bare, breathing stop.
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Her talent took
Her far away
From family,
And daybreak smell
Sold upon
Life's errs and cracks
Her soul we mourn:
Oh, Calamax!"
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC