"interrogates" poems - Hello Poetry

I woke up this morning and felt like doing some cutting Just for the heck of it. I didn't, if only because I had no reason I had no time I made two promises, And with them, I never lie. Got up, dressed, finished a project due by 2:30 Before school starts my brother comes down Scale in hand, telling me to get on so he can see if he weighs more Always wanting to be taller, weigh more So I can be his 'little sister' I sigh, step on. Expecting my usual of 90-92 86 Freak out mode: on. I forgot to eat properly over the last 24 hours, maybe that's it I only got 5 hours of sleep the last 2 nights, maybe that's it I've been really stressed by school, maybe that's it Almost time to go and somehow I still can't eat, I don't want to. I need to though. Let me explain this: I normally weigh about 92 pounds 95 is what I should weigh I need to gain weight anyway, but high metabolisms don't like that So usually I am 3 pounds underweight Today it was about 10. Go to school, should eat but don't want to Standing, waiting, anticipating what? Hand my friend three cookies, I tell the group my problem One cookie handed back(other two previously eaten) Told to eat by four friends, too hard to explain why I can't eat Numerous reminders to eat Lunch: I'm handed some chicken nuggets, ice cream Half jokingly threatened that I won't be talked to unless I eat Begged to eat Strangely: I have no such desire I have minimal amounts of body fat(less than 10 percent) But even so, I can feel weight missing, The absence of my already flat belly, surreal to think about I still don't feel like eating, not really hungry No other explanation Friend tells me to pig out when I get home Quiz bowl after school and I'm only ever so slightly hungry But not much A friend steals my gym shoes, mom comes At home I eat some butter and honeyed toast, tea, candied ginger, half a thing of crackers Report to friend # 2 who then proceeds to command me to eat more, and interrogates on why I'm not eating Tell friend # 1 as well, his approval expressed Dinner and afterwards I only feel hungrier... so strange. I check the scale again 89 Better, but still too low. I need to work on this...

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Dec 7, 2012

Dec 7, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC

luckyqueue

inadvertant anorexia... is that possible?

I woke up this morning and felt like doing some cutting Just for the heck of it. I didn't, if only because I had no reason I had no time I made two promises, And with them, I never lie. Got up, dressed, finished a project due by 2:30 Before school starts my brother comes down Scale in hand, telling me to get on so he can see if he weighs more Always wanting to be taller, weigh more So I can be his 'little sister' I sigh, step on. Expecting my usual of 90-92 86 Freak out mode: on. I forgot to eat properly over the last 24 hours, maybe that's it I only got 5 hours of sleep the last 2 nights, maybe that's it I've been really stressed by school, maybe that's it Almost time to go and somehow I still can't eat, I don't want to. I need to though. Let me explain this: I normally weigh about 92 pounds 95 is what I should weigh I need to gain weight anyway, but high metabolisms don't like that So usually I am 3 pounds underweight Today it was about 10. Go to school, should eat but don't want to Standing, waiting, anticipating what? Hand my friend three cookies, I tell the group my problem One cookie handed back(other two previously eaten) Told to eat by four friends, too hard to explain why I can't eat Numerous reminders to eat Lunch: I'm handed some chicken nuggets, ice cream Half jokingly threatened that I won't be talked to unless I eat Begged to eat Strangely: I have no such desire I have minimal amounts of body fat(less than 10 percent) But even so, I can feel weight missing, The absence of my already flat belly, surreal to think about I still don't feel like eating, not really hungry No other explanation Friend tells me to pig out when I get home Quiz bowl after school and I'm only ever so slightly hungry But not much A friend steals my gym shoes, mom comes At home I eat some butter and honeyed toast, tea, candied ginger, half a thing of crackers Report to friend # 2 who then proceeds to command me to eat more, and interrogates on why I'm not eating Tell friend # 1 as well, his approval expressed Dinner and afterwards I only feel hungrier... so strange. I check the scale again 89 Better, but still too low. I need to work on this...

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Mathilda is brutally murdered Udolph is the obvious suspect remembers everyone how she jilted him David her last lover is inconsolable Evan’s appearance raises suspicion right before the ****** he met her Ergot the butler had seen him going out Rocky was with him could be an accomplice Inspector Brown finds it a tough case so many suspects but all with good alibi Dr. Thomas isn’t sure about the cause of death autopsy is necessary for the confirmation visible though are the abrasions on her neck Inspector Brown interrogates all the suspects dogs are brought to find smells of trails.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Who murdered Mathilda?

Mathilda is brutally murdered Udolph is the obvious suspect remembers everyone how she jilted him David her last lover is inconsolable Evan’s appearance raises suspicion right before the ****** he met her Ergot the butler had seen him going out Rocky was with him could be an accomplice Inspector Brown finds it a tough case so many suspects but all with good alibi Dr. Thomas isn’t sure about the cause of death autopsy is necessary for the confirmation visible though are the abrasions on her neck Inspector Brown interrogates all the suspects dogs are brought to find smells of trails.

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1327 The Symptom of the Gale— The Second of Dismay— Between its Rumor and its Face— Is almost Revelry— The Houses firmer root— The Heavens cannot be found— The Upper Surfaces of things Take covert in the Ground— The Mem’ry of the Sun Not Any can recall— Although by Nature’s sterling Watch So scant an interval— And when the Noise is caught And Nature looks around— “We dreamed it”? She interrogates— “Good Morning”—We propound?

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Emily Dickinson

The Symptom of the Gale—

1327 The Symptom of the Gale— The Second of Dismay— Between its Rumor and its Face— Is almost Revelry— The Houses firmer root— The Heavens cannot be found— The Upper Surfaces of things Take covert in the Ground— The Mem’ry of the Sun Not Any can recall— Although by Nature’s sterling Watch So scant an interval— And when the Noise is caught And Nature looks around— “We dreamed it”? She interrogates— “Good Morning”—We propound?

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The wind that blows the flower to the place where it is needed the most the place where something is happening in the hour where someone's the manager & someone's the host It's the place where they'll meet where she will step at the flower with her feet The place is the happiest of all the place where blessings fall People have gathered to witness the love Cause partners were chosen above The place where she came, dressed like an angel. Steps with the sound of bangle He looks at her being 'awestruck' feeling like every other thing **** She comes with flower in her hand She gets with the groom and things seemed to zoom The priest interrogates while they are lost inside each other Like nothing else matters Nothing bothers their love they are partners from above they say 'I Do' in front of everyone when hates them none They kiss feeling the bliss Of being together forever may harm gets to them never They are lost, lost inside each other and happiness boasts Nothing else matters.

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC

manvi-pant

WEDDING

The wind that blows the flower to the place where it is needed the most the place where something is happening in the hour where someone's the manager & someone's the host It's the place where they'll meet where she will step at the flower with her feet The place is the happiest of all the place where blessings fall People have gathered to witness the love Cause partners were chosen above The place where she came, dressed like an angel. Steps with the sound of bangle He looks at her being 'awestruck' feeling like every other thing **** She comes with flower in her hand She gets with the groom and things seemed to zoom The priest interrogates while they are lost inside each other Like nothing else matters Nothing bothers their love they are partners from above they say 'I Do' in front of everyone when hates them none They kiss feeling the bliss Of being together forever may harm gets to them never They are lost, lost inside each other and happiness boasts Nothing else matters.

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There's something about turning a photo black and white that changes it A sad quality suddenly emerges The photograph interrogates you Asks you what you long for Showing my back as I gaze upon the wild sea What do I dream of? What do I fear? Is it universal or original? Is there anything truly original? It's funny the gray area is that between the lines I've always found gray to be dismal, foggy, but not the truth Black reveals the mystery and white purifies it Gray still exists though Their blended to nothing I'm envious

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC

anna-brown

Colors

There's something about turning a photo black and white that changes it A sad quality suddenly emerges The photograph interrogates you Asks you what you long for Showing my back as I gaze upon the wild sea What do I dream of? What do I fear? Is it universal or original? Is there anything truly original? It's funny the gray area is that between the lines I've always found gray to be dismal, foggy, but not the truth Black reveals the mystery and white purifies it Gray still exists though Their blended to nothing I'm envious

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Your latest lover leaves the train. The pattern on the seat interrogates. No answers warm now emptiness is all. The wings of possibility are burnt Ammonia stenches, clouds. No taking light of eyes agreed. The window is still there. You always were a window-watcher, you. Now there may be something. Maybe something new.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC

jeremy-ducane

Looking Out

Your latest lover leaves the train. The pattern on the seat interrogates. No answers warm now emptiness is all. The wings of possibility are burnt Ammonia stenches, clouds. No taking light of eyes agreed. The window is still there. You always were a window-watcher, you. Now there may be something. Maybe something new.

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