"overeating" poems
I'm not looking for love,
Not even one fanatic idea,
But somebody I could talk to,
About things most consider a trivia,
I want to celebrate small things,
Share the moon in the sky,
Find happiness in our old habits,
Silly ranting, overeating, being shy,
A place far away from this town,
Where the clouds are clear and white,
Weekends under the lights –in the city,
Laughing away the fuss everytime we fight,
Nights discussing the dark theories there have been,
And many more yet to come,
Cold feet –the sound of burning fire,
Face glowing with smiles until it goes numb
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Can you imagine
How life would really be
If birds were obese
And fell from their tree?
Sparrows staggering somehow
Around with bent beaks
Upturned to the sky
Awaiting helpful tweaks!
Alas, when the rain showers
Fall like you wouldn’t believe
You’d see Sparrows wearing snorkels
To help them better breathe!
And then an Albatross
Won’t be able to leave the ground
Due to overeating fish
And turning overly round.
Ducks, when thrown some bread
By children in the park
Would slowly, steadily sink
As surely as a dog does bark!
Swallows they would swallow
Many, too many flies
And end up heavily crashing
From our summer skies.
Then, all the newspapers
On the front page would read:
“We’re Fed up with Obese Birds
Please, Do NOT feed!”
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I apoligize for not reading your posts. I have been battling my depression and have not been online . I have written a poem about it (of course lol). I hope you enjoy and I hope to be online tomorrow.
My Dark Tale (A Sestina)
It is a lovely time of day for tea
As I sit curled up to the song of rain
Memories arise of a deep dark pain
Storm clouds gather within my heart, darkly
Dimly, I am aware of rainbow’s hope
Wanting dreams infused with Rosemary and Thyme
Out of work, I suffer from too much time
Overeating and drinking too much tea
Depression worsens, stealing all my hope
And all my dreams shatter in the cold rain
Leaving me empty in the bitter dark
As I stare out of the broken windowpane
How I long to conquer my bitter pain
If only I would organize my time
I know then, I would rise above the dark
Instead, I get caught in cookies and tea
And sink deeper; chaos supremely reigns
I flounder once again, losing my hope
I am tired of losing precious hope
Letting despair and worthless bitter pain
To take control and determinedly reign
Structure! Will that allow me to use time
Positively? Cutting back on black tea
Getting needed sleep to fight back the dark
Rested, I can push back the hated dark
Strive to capture peace and beautiful hope
Learning once again to enjoy my tea
And not as a crutch that causes me pain
While I mourn the loss of wasted sweet time
Instead, I would see rainbows in the rain
I yearn to topple depression’s long reign,
To walk in the sun’s light, not the cold dark
Eager to greet the day and enjoy time
Pursue my dreams, infusing life with hope
Do away with doldrums and bitter pain
Relaxing and enjoying Earl Gray Tea
Envoi
To sum up, I yearn to enjoy my tea
Overcome my darkness and pain; to feel hope
While I take time to enjoy the sweet rain
Kelly Rose
© January 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Play
overdoing
overworking
overthinking
overeating
overdrinking
Pause
the leftovers
of me
always lying
over here
over there
Eject
my seat
overseas
Game over.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
i knew this girl
everyone was happy when she was born.
she had the most beautiful face
i knew this girl
she was three years old no care in the world
scarlet lips, and deep brown eyes
she had just gotten her glasses she was so proud
i knew this girl
she was six years old excited to grow up
pigtails, smarter than the other kids
i knew this girl
9 years old oldest in her grade
she already has acne the other kids pick on her but she could stand it
i knew this girl
12 years old she thought she was fat
her acne was worse, she was coovered in blemishes.
she didn't want her glasses anymore.
she was an outcast, all the other kids just ignored her
i knew this girl
13 years old wounds all up her arms and legs
she has stopped eating her weight dropping to 100lbs
i knew this girl
14 years old she took off her glasses and put on darker clothes
she blends into the crowd
her arms and legs are covered with scars.
her weight is down to 75 lbs
i know this girl
15 years old.
fighting to recover, having relapses all the time
drinking, ******* around, fasting, then overeating.
her weight is back up to 94 but why should she keep it there?
i might get to know this girl
20 years old living a happy life
scars on her arms, but they're all faded by now.
her hands shake when she eats.
But this is only if she fights to get better.
if not she will never live to see this age.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
Somewhere between coffee and stupid talks
And infinite random city tours & walks.
The movie marathons and midday naps
Exquisite food and memories gift wrapped.
G-talk sessions and plane tickets to anywhere with you along
While in the journey, discovering our new favorite song.
Imaginary burn books and death glares,
Silent sentences spoken through stares.
Late night calls and whispers in the dark,
Threatening any guy who dares to break our heart.
Never judging each other and reading one’s mind
My love for ***** and your love for Wine.
“I am undateable” to “Open Up” monologues.
Putting up with the drama of all the loves lost.
Making pop culture references and finding it normal.
I don’t remember the last time we were ever formal.
Of making our fool in front of the ‘classy’ audience
And continuing doing that with elan and confidence.
Our love for wanderlust. Places far and bizarre.
To spend thrifting and getting broke in a hep bazaar.
Overeating and then cribbing about our weight.
To consoling ourselves that “him” is worth the wait.
Of nagging parents and relatives that crib.
Of closing our eyes and letting things slip.
Quick fights and quicker reconciliation.
Sharing deep secrets & deeper confessions.
It is between being mistaken for Lesbians
And being mistaken for Sisters.
Our ballad is a roller coaster ride that only goes up
Our ballad is all these things & more, ready to erupt.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
Are bad-habits
actions we do on impulse
without carefully thinking
whether we should do these actions?
Do bad-habits
lead us away from joy and happiness?
Towards unjoy and unhappiness?
Like overeating makes us fat and diabetic?
Liking smoking cigarettes gives us lung cancer?
Like alcoholism wrecks our life?
Should we introspect
to become self-aware of our bad-habits?
Evaluate our bad-habits?
And reform our mind
to expunge bad-habits from our mind?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
I have a very limited diet.
I survive off sweet and nutritious thoughts.
The compliments that taste like candy.
I devour them whole.
Put a little icing on me.
I could use a personality.
What do you want me to be?
Something sour? Or something sweet?
Cut me open, limb by limb.
Tell me good things.
Eat me and tell me how good I taste.
I crave the validation.
The bad thoughts have my stomach tied in knots.
I puke them out until I'm hungry again.
I could use some sweet things.
So all your thoughts get shoved down my throat.
Order anything you'd like.
I'll be whatever you want.
I'll make sure to consume perfection.
You are what you eat after all.
Am I good yet?
Am I too much, too little?
Too sweet, too savoury?
I will take in your thoughts and make you happy.
I'm filling up on too many thoughts.
But I'm starving.
I'm overeating all the nice things you say.
My insides are an overflowing shipwreck.
What flavour is my personality?
Should I just scrape it off?
Everyone will like me more without it.
Everyone will like me more without it.
Devour me whole, tell me I'm pretty.
Take a bite of me.
Call me the perfect identity.
Do you enjoy me?
I purge your thoughts and change my flavour.
Why aren't you happy?
My stomach is empty.
I've forgotten who I used to be.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
Sometimes
We overeat
the best is
we know
we are overeating
an awareness
to apply the silence
when overeating
Now
You know to connect
the reason behind
may be
Loneliness
Depression
Debts
Envy or jealous
less income
if we do correct the
missing element
you obesity flies off..
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
When I was younger my best friend's sister asked me why my thighs were so much bigger than hers and without missing a beat I scrunched my eyebrows and said, "because my legs are so much stronger."
Since then my self-image is every teenage girl's sob story of not enough this or that, too much one way, too much in general
(i **** in my stomach when you put your arm around my waist)
and I've been trying to tell myself it's strength that matters,
but sometimes jutting bones seem like they'd hold up a little more than the flab of my stomach, like they'd put up a better fight against the sharp looks I'd give myself in the god **** mirror,
and maybe that's why I went from cutting my fleshy thighs to cutting my hip bones because **** my hip bones for being the only bones that weren't covered in fat.
I used to tell myself it'd be easy to skip every meal in exchange for 2 almonds and occasionally a piece of deli-cut turkey, I used to try for days to cut down on acceptable portions, and some days I'd win and I'd eat nothing and sometimes I'd win more and not think about it.
I used to try so hard to wrap my fingers around my ribs or to get my friends to stop saying my *** looked huge ("in a good way") but I was taught when young that overeating was okay because I'd sit at my plate until I swallowed everything that was given to me. I'd sit in the dark on nights I couldn't chew my chicken fast enough, since day 1 I've been a bad eater. I'd get yelled at for being full and now I'm always full but still eating and bones still seem stronger than my jiggly thighs and no, i can't wrap my fingers around my ribs, but if i **** in enough, i can see the outline
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. ******
are not so **** particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
Micah The Mouse was a rat;
At least that’s how he behaved.
If he didn’t get his way every time
He’d holler and he’d rant and rave.
He got to be such a big mouse
That his head swelled up too.
He became so hugely obnoxious
Other mice didn’t know what to do.
They held a spontaneous election.
They needed to elect a top mouse.
Micah bribed the weaker leaders
So, Micah got the run of the house.
He kept up his pattern of bribery
And threatening those in his way.
Without anything like scruples
He’s still on the throne to this day
Micah The Mouse takes with both hands
And it’s too bad if anyone disagrees.
Those who think he cares about complaints
Will spend a lot of time on their knees.
In Micah got horrendously fat
By overeating just a tiny smidge.
He got to be so much like a big rat
He grew too heavy to cross the bridge.
So he roared and ranted and raved.
And blamed everybody around him.
That he was the cause of his problems
Seemed to completely astound him.
The wonder in all of this sad story
Is why the other mice could not see
That Micah was only in it for himself
And not for members of the citizenry.
Micah got to eat while others starved.
He got what he wanted, moved on
Yet somehow those that elected him
Never quite seemed to catch on.
Micah The Mouse takes with both hands
And it’s too bad if anyone disagrees.
Those who think he cares about complaints
Will spend a lot of time on their knees.
(Image from www.sharktacos.com)
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
perhaps,
the most abuse i have experienced
was not when my ex boyfriend
controlled, threatened, or lied to me
but perhaps
it's the relationship
between two people
i call mind and body
you see,
mind and body are in a relationship
but mind is insecure and jealous
but body loves mind so much
they put up with it,
mind has forced body
to pick at wounds
and run blades
over their fair skin,
mind has told body
not to eat so much
so body began overeating,
but then mind forced them
to shove a toothbrush
at the back of their throat
to bring it back up,
mind has made body
overdose on laxatives
to the point
of almost no return,
but it's not too late
for body to heal
in fact,
it is finally time
for mind to realize the pain
they have caused body,
it is time for mind
to apologize
and change their ways,
and it is time
for mind to accept
body as they are
because all body ever wanted
was the acceptance
and the love of mind
and perhaps,
mind has finally come to peace
within themself
to help reverse the damage
they have caused to body
because all along
body cared so deeply
about mind
that they never gave in
to the signals that maybe
it was time to end things
for the both of them
but you don't have to worry
about that happening,
mind and body are working
on their relationship now
so that time
will never come
for either of them
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
Modern Appetite
by Michael R. Burch
It grumbled low, insisting it would feast
on blood and flesh, etcetera, at least
three times a day. With soft lubricious grease
and pale salacious oils, it would ease
its way through life. Each day—an aperitif.
Each night—a frothy bromide, for relief.
It lived on TV fare, wore pinafores,
slurped sugar-coated gumballs, gobbled S’mores.
When gas ensued, it burped and farted. ’Course,
it thought aloud, my wife will leave me. ******
are not so **** particular. Divorce
is certainly a settlement, toujours!
A Tums a day will keep the shrink away,
recalcify old bones, keep gas at bay.
If Simon says, etcetera, Mother, may
I have my hit of calcium today?
Keywords/Tags: modern, appetite, supersize, me, indulgence, gluttony, bromide, seltzer, gas, Tums, calcium, quick, cure, tonic, overeating
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
Do we need to forbear (abstain)
from doing particular activities
to optimise our joy and happiness?
For example:
Do we need to forbear
from overeating
to prevent obesity and diabetes
and optimise our health, joy and happiness?
Do we need to forbear
from overindulging in alcohol
to prevent brain-damage and liver-damage
and optimise our health, joy and happiness?
What other activities
should we forbear from
to optimise our joy and happiness?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
i am a collector
i collect tears and panic attacks
scratched skin and nervous twitches
Over the years i've accumulated much
i collect desperate whispers to nothing in the dark
choked sighs, and raw swallows
i've collected rare winter princes and indian summers
then bittersweet kisses and hollow darkened loneliness
i collect i miss you's they'll never hear
and haunting memories that **** your breath away like a deep gust of wind
i have a gallery filled with years of depression
i collect plaguing relentless thoughts of self depreciation
should've, would've, cant's.
i've got bags and bags full of fears and failure.
There were those times i thought i found promises,
but only turned out accumulating more lies.
i've got a surplus of hurt, and pain
i've collected those times of overeating, under-eating, self harm, self medication.
At night especially, the walls come alive,
Shall i show you my collection?
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
The challenge of enjoying
tasty and nutritious
food and drink
is not to overeat.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
It's a place where no one knows
A place where I miss my parents
And pretend that it doesn't **** me not to have them around
And wish my soul could rest where they are now
A search for who iam
Lost and confused
Blinded on where should I go now
Pushing away from everyone
Hating to be surrounded
And told what to do
Depressed and self pity has a place in my darkness
Joy in my sleep
Because no one can bother me
nor stress me out
Though happy does not exist in this darkness
Overeating and talking down to myself before anyone could put me down
A INSECURE CHILD TRYING TO GROW UP AND ACT HER AGE
Too old to be playing around.
BUT I Hide myself in my shame
Try hard not to lie to those who love me
Guess I get Ashamed of the truth I get myself in
No one would approve so my negative thoughts tell me now
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
I've lost for my passions,
the hunger once felt,
I'm no longer hungry
for i'm overeating
at an attempt to fill the parts
of my soul that i've had to ration,
for i'm tired.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
step one.)
think. think of everything that people must hate about you.
step two.)
let it consume you until you forget to breathe
step three.)
drop microscopic hints to people that you're not okay
step four.)
breakdown when they don't get it
step five.)
make excuses for them
step six.)
fear that they do get it, but you just bother them so much that they don't care
step seven.)
stop talking
step eight.)
start overeating, or eating nothing (with practice, you may be able to do a combination of both)
step nine.)
watch tv until you fall asleep on the couch every night
step ten.)
don't shower
step eleven.)
go numb
step twelve.)
receive a notification on your phone that sends you spiraling into self loathing and wondering why the hell you did this in the first place because it doesn't make it better. it doesn't. it doesn't
step thirteen.)
feel selfish for even thinking about bothering anyone again just to satisfy your own stupid craving for attention
step fourteen.)
finally reach out
step fifteen.)
repeat steps one through fourteen. again and again and again.
step sixteen.)
die
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
its only 6:47am
but i've been up since 2 something
i was thinking about who i am
i guess im doing well.
i went to sleep at like midnight
after late-night overeating at a Shari's on a thursday.
two hours was it, try as i might.
i was feeling a little sick of myself, honestly.
kind of sick of yourself where you just think,
"in the end, what's there in store for me?"
and come up with few answers.
it was so weird, waking up to complete darkness,
motionless for hours in pitch night, before the day starts.
alright, this wasn't anything new, but regardless,
it still made me think.
i don't quite know where i'm headed,
yes, im waiting for the sun, but what then?
can i just go back to bed?
it feels like i just spent it all on a daydream,
doing nothing, but waiting, waiting, waiting, to fall asleep,
just to dream in the dark instead.
if i dont think, or move for a bit, i can feel myself drifting,
but it feels kind of comforting,
despite deep craters beneath by my eyes, twitching,
i know i'll go back to sleep sometime.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Starving and overeating, and yet I drink up every curse spoken to me,
The probing and the preening cause me to overthink that love has no meaning.
It is empty.
Cry baby, cry, I will give you a reason to cry. Blows landing on my back making me want to die.
My "mother's love" ain't how it is supposed to be. The hate in her eyes are all that she gave to me.
This baby bird, for too long, yearns to fly,
but the chains on its back prevents it to try.
Noose around its neck till it grows old and dies, but even then the expectations still hold in mother's eyes.
Cry baby, cry, you have no reason to cry.
I don't care if your heart is slowly breaking inside.
My "father's pride" may cause the death of me. The truth of the matter is that he never wanted me.
"That's why we had kids."
What to be your little slaves?
"Clean the house, wash the floors, no you can't go play!"
"What did you say? Are you talking back?"
Trying to hide my tears while my sister watches, so my sister can see that I may be bruised, beaten, and bleeding
But my spirit never faltered.
Enduring this for years can really wreak your life.
Sitting in hiding, if I am out of sight then I am out of mind.
Slowly, the body becomes a lifeless shell, and yet my heart still burns in the hells.
Everyday is the same, nothing every changes
If I try to speak my mind then I am told
"I will beat your face in"
" I won't care if you die, if you try to break this family up"
The words out of his mouth is something I had never even thought of.
Despite the abuse of so many years, I still find a place in my heart that truly does care.
Even in the end I don't understand how my brain works.
I guess masochism is my only good trait in the end.
Dec 7, 2023
Dec 7, 2023 at 7:46 AM UTC
lying
sneaking
starting fights
hiding bruises
crying silently
oversleeping
overeating
starving myself
hurting myself
hurting the people i love
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 7:23 AM UTC
You’d think by now
I’d overcome
My undoing
Reclusive
Obtuse
Of no use
Just consuming
Indulgently,
Carelessly,
Selfishly
Sating
My lust
For the never enough
Stuff I’m craving
But they could all watch me
To no end devour
Avert their gaze
Flee from my gaping jaws
Cower
Before my voracious
Most wasteful
Disdain
In its hungry indifference
Treats them
All the same
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:21 AM UTC