"stomache" poems
I'm fat
My stomache stretches out of its place when i eat
Don't eat
I want to look in mirror and be happy
People shouldn't tease me because I'm not skinny
be skinny
Who cares if I'm unhealthy
As long as I'm pretty
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
The long hours of the night highlight our inner insecurities
Relating to the change slowly disappearing in a clanking machine
My stomache burns
I didn't suggest to pay this, indebted to the alcohol
No filter to the lewd humorous words we speak
As we cruise away from the wild eyed life, bits of lint collect on the drivers glass
The mistakes and embarrassment blinds our minds
A push of a button, watching the grey fluff slide down the wind shield
Turning into a tumble **** rolling down the loneliest highway
No commitment to the grief
The clouds smother the brown smudged mountains
A white submissive canvas, I see
My metaphoric future becomes one with the peeks
My heart weeps as they come back into view
The world once teaching me, is now background beauty
Where shall this car take me
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
there was an elephant he had a stomache ache
and some laxitives the elephant did take
soon his medication began to ease his stress
with a break of wind followed by a mess
elephant was covered from his head to foot
with all the mess he made coming from his ****
now his stomaches better just like it was before
cleaned his the mess now clean again once more
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
♡
I really dont know what it is
but I love a cuddly, curvy man
I'm definitely not a fan of six packs
and love a stomache that I can grab
~
arms should be sturdy and strong
also scattered with **** dark hair
the strength can be wrapped around me
to show how much he cares
~
I've noticed, men with the 'extra layer'
usually have great legs too
this is definitely a bonus
and so is a size 12 shoe!! ; )
~
So all you men out there who worry
about tightening up your belt
bring those love handles over here
and watch as I just melt
♡
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
It's warm here, not just hot, burning,
I think, my stomache feels, turning.
How do I get out, where,
why, does no one else care?
My head is glowing, fingers dripping
sweat. My intestines are tripping
over all and themselves.
Deeper and deeper, as if this fire
delves a way inside my body,
spreading like disease, like virus,
like epidemic forces
combining us to fight.
These short moments brought back sight
to those who lost it, those scared at night.
But it will pass soon enough.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
A shimmer in your eye.
A glance at your face.
Sets my heart apace.
The sounds around me turn into echos of each syllable that comes out of your mouth.
Your lips become my focus.
As it moves my mind traces out each perfectly formed line imprinting them in my memory so that I can dream tonight.
I become a photographer behind a lens.
Waiting, watching as each word is pronounced how it contorts your face.
Waiting, watching for the moment my finger can click the button that will set start to the explosion of light as morning dawns and your face is illuminated catching the perfect timing in a matter of seconds hen your guard has been let down and your heart is revealed bringing to life the well shelter untamed emotion of my meaning to you.
The the shutter closes and once again the wall is up leaving the mind to wonder if the eyes have played tricks on it again.
But the acceleration in the heart beat ask the mind question itself again, if only it can find the right box with the right photo of that millisecond when the heart felt as though it had been struck by an arrow causing the stomache to knot.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Christ, people
you're all an
utter ****** embarrassment.
you showed great promise,
in those early days,
crackign skulls with stone clubs,
howling at morning suns,
filthy and *******
but you've only gone and lost the bleeding basics, haven't you?
you don't **** on your territory- what territory?
some big old boy called 'government' has been ******* all over you,
and you applaud like a foolish clown.
you clip your nails with metal, out of necessity,
because they're not being ground on rock
in the fling and throes of the hunt.
you've become terrified of dirt, and the possibilities of the body,
you can't even stomache your meat raw. pathetic.
meek and obsolete, wandering lost and lonely.
you've no pack instinct, and pander on and on and ******* ON
about 'love.' what a villaniously clean word,
not even a scratch of dirt, no delving in warm pink orifices,
*filthy and *******
you may be top dog, but you've lost the dog, and are falling from the top.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Cassie walked up the stairs and into her new room, her new roomate sitting on the bed and writing in her journal. her long black hair in a side braid, wearing a purple flannel jacket and ripped jeans. "guess who i just met? you're not gonna believe it." cassie said, almost singing. "who?" Emily rolled her eyes. "madison montgomery, she gave me her autography and everything." cassie joyfuly explained. "madison montgomery? isn't she like some grade d lifetime movie actress or something? what is she doing here?" Emily shook her head and rolled her eyes as she doodled a picture on the notepad. "that cuts me deeply that you would say that about madison, she's my friend you know." Cassie touched her cheast, as if she had been cut by this very deeply. "okay?" Emily shook her head "she is a witch like us and is most certainly NOT a grade d actress." cassie explained. "i really like it here, you know? i never really had friends at my old highschool.. everyone thought i was weird or annoying." Cassie sighed. "did they?" emily replied sarcasticly. "well yea, thats why i had to get rid of all of them. " cassie sighed once again, shaking her head and staring into space. " sometimes i lay awake and i can still hear them." Emilys eyes and mouth widened as she looked up from her notebook very slowly. "what do you mean, you got rid of them?" Emily asked. "ohhh nevermind..! it's a really long story and i come out looking pretty bad in it" Cassie giggled, making emilys stomache turn. her eyes still wide and filled with fear.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Coming up from the ground
You see that light
The light that makes you perpetual
Like a feather flowing through the breeze
Deft as an emotion, clear as water
Im open to the world, i'm open to nature
We all have that empty pit in our stomache
When we cant see the sun for what it is
Blocked by the bleakness of winter
But you can get through, you can get through, just keep holdin on
See the forest through the trees
See the trees in the forest
And advice I can give ya, is to not give up
Stuck with fleeting feeling
Of uncontrable variables
And that balance is virture,
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
lets start a revelotuion
New, new, lets make this world.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
So long ago,
We two were together,
My heart ripped out by this fellow
A twist of cruel fate,
Kept us close so close,
Yet in a perpetual friend state.
So now two years past,
The opportunity rises,
To kick up the romance at last.
A peck on the lips,
And my heart starts to flutter,
My stomache jumps and flips.
Dinner, a movie, a basketball game,
Two dates in three short days,
Nice, relaxed and tame.
I like being with him,
And I've always wanted this boy,
Since the moment long ago when I met him.
But low and behold,
A new conflict arises,
For two others want my heart to hold.
Sorrow,
Electrifying.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 3:54 AM UTC
Somedays I wake up,
and I pray to whatever is above me,
whether it be God or something else beyond my comprenesion,
isn't there to wake me up.
Somedays, I lay there,
In my bed,
surrounded by the warm layers of fabric that seem to hold me together,
and wish that they would just curl tighter around me,
and constrict me closer into myself,
and pray that they can gently convince my lungs to stop working,
so I can just not wake up.
Somedays, I wonder,
Just gazing around me,
If i can just stop the clock, and stay right where I am,
safe and sound comfortable in myself,
away from all of the anxiety I feel as it would
rise and fall in my chest and bury itself with the confides of my stomache,
and all the other nitches that it can find,
and I dream of not waking up
Somedays, I win.
Somedays, I lose.
I usually lose.
And I find myself uncurling from my happy prison of warmth,
and I feel my feet on the cold hardwood floors,
sighing as I run my finger thrugh my ***** hair,
wondering, not praying
how I ever was able to wake up.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Head spinning
Vision tilting
Mind reeling
Stomache heaving
I don't recall my feet leaving the ground
or hopping onto a twisting rollercoaster.
Yet,
how else would the world be rotating
360 degrees,
back-and-forth,
upside-down,
all in the same moment?
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Ayr ye scurvy turnpike,
turn yer eyes from me!
The beauty of yer blizzard blue
tears me flannel heart.
Ye bake me mind into applesauce
that hotly drools on down,
me stomache is dissolvin-
all me courage ye have drowned.
Ayre ye wretched rogue of lies,
no one could be so fair.
Must be an imagination demon
with soft an tender hair.
When yer tongue tangs sharply on me lips
me life is drained and dying.
shut that song of love ye sing
that sets me soul a flyin.
Ayre ye **** banshee
Don't never let me go,
Grip me with yer slender claws
so closely we can gro.
This world can't stop yer fire
were gonna burn it down,
with nights of satin passion
were gonna paint the town.
Ayre me ***** of wonders,
ye know I keep ye dear.
I thank ye for yer nightmares
that ye give me every year.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
I love it when you gently rub your strong hands through out all my hair
I love it when you look at me with your deep ice blue eyes like I am yours forever
I love it when I can hear your laughter all the way through the house
I love it when as you walk through my door and I run, you pick me up and hold me just as tight as I do
I love it when you play guitar and sing to me for hours on end without a care
I love it when you hold my hand proud everywhere we go
I love that you always take your time telling me just how beautiful I am everyday
I love the way your warm breath tickles my ear as you whisper you love me
I love how passionate you touch every inch of my body, between kisses telling me how perfect I am
I love making love with you, wrapping myself around your masculine body, feeling myself melt underneath you
I love it when we lay and you pull me from behind against your chest, holding me telling me sweet nothings
I love it when you put your hands on my stomache and say, "I can't wait to have a family with you".
I love all and everything you do
But most of all I love you
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
On days like today my world is good and I am at peace in my own skin... this skin...this home, the only one I can truely call my own- and this skin...my flesh that made my stomache turn, once worn and hated by the child it covered, a blanket to hide my shame, that guilt and despair, empty promises- broken dreams, now seems like a distant memory...
It's all current, a constant emotion, that tug of war with past, present, future... but today... I love myself, I see my good and I have walked with my dark holding it's hand... my light shines on. Anything I want will be mine, anything I need will be had, my heart has healed and my eye's are open, everything I do from this moment on will be done with a passion, that will not succume. I walk towards my goals, never settling, giving my all until it's got...
Feet guide me, eye's see beyond lies spoken by the sweetest lips, voice speek steady, staying true to myself and skin... this skin I call my own... yes skin protect me from any lover's touch that might scorch my flesh or burn my heart. I live in this skin, and in it's foundation of flesh and words I find strength in myself.
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
Anxiety,
Is when your thoughts suffocate you with panic,
When your stomache flutters with worry.
You feel nauseated with the waves, and waves of panic which you can't escape,
Stress and Anxiety claws and screams at you, your brain, begging for release, and the worst part,
The worst part is you don't tell anybody, you just pull a hesitant smile and say the line you've had to repeat most you life,
"I'm fine."
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
So I sit on my wall
And I stare at the bed
Feeling the effects of you on my head
The walls start to close
And my ribs begin to crack
Swinging on their hinges
And breaking my back
I give my stomache some hell
Its been working all night
Digesting the crap
It shouldnt have to fight
I get absolutely no nutrients
And I feel another bout of pain
Someone, somewhere just screamed out your name
Its all in my head
I slide to the floor
My heart slams closed
And I scream out some more
Just give me a sign
A whisper you'll come back
I collapse on the roof
With another panic attack
Take back your love
I don't want it anymore
I started sleeping around
And now my friends think i'm a *****
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
It's weird,
I now know how cinderella felt at midnight.
Her heart was in her ears,
her stomache in her throat,
hot water behind her eyes.
She was left with nothing.
But I never expected it to come from you.
The man that loved me,
who cared the most for me.
Was a lie.
Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken.
Call us twins,
but me with no prince, no king.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 4:31 PM UTC
I'm in love with your eyes,
the way they sparkle when you smile.
Perhaps even the way they hide,
a world filled of lies.
Filling my stomache with butterflies,
Numbing my back from the knives.
From the pain of the words,
that hit me inside.
I see into your soul,
and I slowly lose all control.
This love that I feel for you,
is starting to show through.
It's hard to believe,
but I'm finally letting go of what used to be.
Everything that has ever hurt me,
is quickly disappearing.
I promised myself,
never again would I fall.
Now that you're here to catch me,
it's as if i'm skydiving.
Nothing matters now,
except for what we have together.
I have come to realize,
that you will love me forever.
What we have is more than I've ever imagined.
You've shown me that there's hope in humanity,
as well as the fact that not everybody has lost their sensitivity
and ability to love.
Without you,
I'd have no motivation to do as well as I am.
It's because of you that I yearn to do well and learn,
to better myself for you and our future together.
All because I've gotten lost in your eyes,
and you've showed me how it's supposed to be.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
I cant stand the taste. The taste that lingers in my mouth. From my tounge it sinks from my spit glands and into my blood stream and from my blood stream you flow into me and all around me. I can feel it, through every inch of me. This taste. This feeling. Its creeping through my veins. Youre under my skin and walking on my bones. This body is now yours, so time for take over. Take it over, please, because my skin is nothing without your touch and blood wont run without this fuel. As my blood and you race along every inch of me, you reach my brain and when you arrive, comfort surrounds my skull, almost as if it were a blanket surrounding my head. From my brains and into my back, i feel your hands glide from my ribs to my shoulder blades and scratch down my spine. From my back to my arms, i feel them stretch around you and flex, with muscles getting week and your touch getting stronger, i get slapped with realization and i then realize that my whole entire world is in my arms, how could i let it go. What if i have to let it go? Blood, you, rushing, sinking into my stomache, causing airplanes to crash into the walls of my body and the outline of my lungs, causing earthquakes to crack my surface and show every ounce of emotion or thought going through me. While you and my blood race into my legs, my knees get weak and disinigrate, theres no need for standing when airplanes are lifting you high enough. While i get lifted by millions of airplanes, flying all at once, i open my eyes to see yours and im blinded by them, fore they are the sun that burns the light in me. This is it, this is where i want to be. Stay here forever, dont ever set me free because a life with out airplanes or earthquakes or races, is life without you and thats just something i can no longer do.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
She's bleeding into thoughts painful and obtuse;
reclusive mysteries made apparent by violence
and forceful introspection.
Severing ties and reforming them
licking wounds and digging at them.
For once let the madness cease to be so vivid
that it erases me.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
I have every right to be angry with you
because that is the the only emotion pumping in my veins as I sit here
for the hundreth ******* time
trying to compose a rhyme about
how stupidly, how redundantly, how repetetively, how pathetically, how disgustingly
in love with you I was, I am, and I will always be
because there will never not be a part of you inside of me
Together, we defied everything
Anyone could see our differences before our similarities
but I've never seen more clarity than when you drive your car
I fickle with the radio, and we sing until the road behind us
spreads its wings and we soared
higher than any pipe we'd light or drugs we'd scored
The absence of your passion for life weighs down in my stomache
filling me with a daunting silence
I see your old house with its white picket fence and it calls to me
like cubes of cheese to a mouse
you taught me how to love
I'm not goos at recollecting memories and regurgatating them on paper
but if I could tell the tale of how we saved eachother
of how we learned to become our own savior, our own mother
Because I failed somewhere along the way
and I think about you every **** day
The skin around your eyes which used to simply serve its purpose
as protective epidermis, has sunken, down
I'd never try to make you frown
but you look like **** dude
and that sounds pretty rude
but in the past we sailed across the ocean
suspended by our hope wheeling in motion
you've given up hope and I'm unable to cope with your inability to cope
I am unable to cope with clouds in my kaleidescope
I am unable to cope with you doing dope
because I looked at you like a blind man who had never seen the stars at night
I would never tell you what's wrong from right
but we belong on the sea, Cassidy
I will never be able to explain how you changed the seasons for me
through any seasonal depression you've made up all the reasons,
I continue to fight on
One day I won't feel unsatisfied with my poetry and
I'll be able to conduct something lovely about a girl named Cassidy
but for now, I need to study for anatomy
Mr. Matthews would not excuse tears on my lab
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
We met in the place Allan Watts had his lectures
And Henry Miller sat in the corner brooding,
Writing brilliance
Decades ago
I imagine Joan Baez washing rust off her skin
Overlooking the ocean
Diamonds in her eyes inspired by "sin"
In the same place we spoke about men
And I remember my male friend leaving
Because this conversation was not for him
Debating about ****** relations, you taught me
To ask my body if I wanted to go all in
Close your eyes
Checking in with the root, navel,
stomache, heart, throat and mind
Visualizing the act
Do you really want him to be inside?
And when I did this exercise
the answer was NO
Then I met another man
And did the same exercise again
This time, every time I thought about his
Entrance anywhere
My body throbbed, tingled, and rocked
Into the greatest guitar solo
I've ever felt
My body ever played by his fingers
My neck tuned to his mouth
YES, he may enter....
The greatest desire
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
Hard to think for two worth it if you are true
You are a packed deal accepted that
I worry about your destructive ways I to have done the same
Pray we could work it out or depart bail out
The kiss made everything seem right
It ***** when you're out of sight
The things I write I wish I could say
Don't want it to play a role how you feel for me
Hoping to find truth someone else hurt you
I'm the one who wants to make it better do right by your side
Nothing to hide I could spend the rest of my life with youthe
I'm ready to family be more even if I'm not ready
Let's put a title on us and go steady
The though of you with someone else drives me crazy
Sick to my stomache squeezing the air out hard to breathe
Never to get it together tired of being whatever
Sayin is not the say as doing what I want
Losing you will haunt me
Being friends not tryin to pretend
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
my tears filled eyes poor like falling rain
nothing in this world compares to my pain
my ability to feel happieness has died
now im dark and cold inside
piece by piece my heart has shattered
my body bruised and battered
these scars upon my stomache, legs and wrists
are all my problems in a neat tidy list
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC