"wellll" poems
ha-hahaa you lost it, didn'tcha? dintcha?
your shooting stars were bombs
but at least you got your wish through
out fr*m th&se; wh~spered he%d tunes
ahhh yeah, but it's not always like that
breathe breathe breathe
sigh a heave heave heave
sleep a dream dream dream
and open all the little senses
among the trees you helped to weather
the light cubes drip inside, and dip and glide
each time you feel the heat, reach out and
ohhhhhh~~
and then just go
wellll yeah, but it's cant quite be like that
remember now? do ya? do ya?
so electrons stopped their shuffling
i mean, that's how it happens
and lordy, how the time passed
and how nothing ever
reminded
anything.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
so this isn't really a poem buuuuut i need to rant so yaaah
let's talk about the boring part of eating disorders, the parts that are never thought of because they seem absurd, or maybe they don't seem absurd, maybe they are so minuscule that they aren't even thought of...until you go through with it. how about the part where some days, you're doing so well. you eat. and you actually WANT to eat more. the thoughts of not eating aren't there because for a little bit, you're feeling comfortable in your own skin. you think, "hey.. i must be cured!" THENN the other days. the days you're all alone all day, with your thoughts only. when you eat, but are instantly full. wellll, maybe you aren't full, but your mind has decided enough is enough. but of course, you have to eat... so you do. you entertain your thoughts. you remember why you feel so body confident, so happy/satisfied in your skin. it's because of the progress you've made throughout the years. the hard work you've put into your body............but you can't give up. so you don't. you sit and sulk "will this meal change my body?" and you know that that ONE meal won't, but it's the fact that you'll have to say that..everyday... and that adds up
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
Take it eeaasy Alex Brown;
's time to - slow down,
- time to do all the things
borne on the wings of
- wellll:
lucidity.
where reciprocity meets
on the junction of streets;
n the sign posts says-
- yeah,
ALL - you's - can - eats..
Take it eeaassyy - alex Brown.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC