"frim" poems
Looking in the mirror is like a death wish
A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in
Screaming at the top of their lungs.
And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin
Grabbing it tight
Pulling at it with all my might
Wishing
Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself
As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone
Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body
Screamimg for me to
"STOP EATING"
I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me
Hiding away frim anyone
Ignoring every word spoken to me.
My mind
My body
My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive
Without a word
Or
A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates
Swinging with a heart heavy,
Yet filled with nothing
I act like it has no effect on me
Like it doesnt hurt at all
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
On a swing of deadened wood she would
Swing, holding upon these slender ropes of thorn.
Piercing onto flesh, but always held on as
Though to fall, but tears bleed from this motion.
Back and forth, white became red as a head
Slumped forward and motions carried on as hand frim.
This dead wood sat upon a rope of thorns
Motioning the seeping tide that with each gesture flowed.
Grasping fingers ridged as these swings, each
With heads slumped, bleed a little and swung always evermore .
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
Fantastic fantasy flounders floundering in the fleece.
Fleeing fervent frustration faces, phasing in for free.
Final frolic frothy, frim and folly forth.
Felix feline fragranced friends and fluffy Faradays.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:32 PM UTC
Looking Up
A Beautuful Ring Of Mystery
Dark Cloudy Smoke with a
Blossoming Interior
Calmly enjoying the Look
Startled.. Suddenly
Fire!!
High Above the Ground
Nuclear Explosion
Except It Wasn't
Just Below on the Hillside
Wall of Uncontrolable Fire
Moving Quickly
I heard Myself Speaking on the Phone
Asking. Throwing the phone down, Running..
The Road Now Cut off
Car Driving Quickly Quickly
Over rocks and Sandy Sage
Uphill SideWays Desperate
No Road. .. Running
Seeing
Like It was Frim A Chopper
First an Antelope, a Deer, a Hund
Running
Looking
Running
They Saw Me
From Above
Shared On Facebook
LOST.....IT said
But They Found Me
Corralled
Marked on a Map
A World Population Map:
Skills
Capabilities
Where Aboutd
Demeanor
Suddenly
I wondered
Are We Going To get Hit By An Asteroid?
Or Is THIS
A Giant Prison Camp
The Gulag
Of The Next Tyranny
What Veil?
Hidden In A Consciousness
Already Known
Mapped As An Animal
Protected As A Child
None An Accurate Portrayl
Or Was It
Just a Different Point of View
Vetted
For Extermination
On A Dying Planet
FOOD ORDER
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Have you ever made eye contact with the homeless
You stare into there eyes
Filled with lonesome was like a part of you dies
You wonder where they stay
Pray and even sleep
They stay hungry endless nights over
To those cold nights in October to the restless ones having to stay in government funded ones which Obama runs
You say your givin back man that ***** wak
People talking about blowin a fat stak
Meanwhile we got people eating trashed Big Macs
Tend to take this life **** for granted
Man **** I don't even know how to file for tax being returned
Money being currtened cause our nation in debt
But we expect too much sometimes
You stay on your own grind and get caught up in some crimes
Rough times call for desperate measures
Frim the poor mans liquors to the athletes getting quicker
Where does this money go
People travel full throttle
Just to find out happiness is nothing more than crying and drowning in a bottle
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC