small paths etched out by our daring young rodents
lead us down a wandering bay side hill
small paths before us, taunt us with movements
say what you like, they do as they will.
You lead my in reluctance to waters edge
reticence in your mind and slowly seeps to me
An arm encircles my own as we lean into the hedge
lost in snow drifts, come home to me
Stripped off my skin and hung in the closet
made sure to keep the creases straight
it hung there loosely and smiled droopingly back at me
it seemed glad to rest a while without all of my needs
how lonely these painted couples be
farming no farms for they're trapped in permanency
thin line of mouths sealed shut in the process
their thoughts can no longer be among us
forced to watch and hear tourist after tour group
debates on their expression, of which they had no choice
hear a thousand conversations
they can never participate in
knowing how to set the record straight
its because I was painted this way
no matter how much you look to find more there is nothing to me but the brush strokes bestowed on me
there's no more I can glean from the seems found on my crinkled canvas
surface pulled tighter in every restoration
Having yet to reach what it is you call living
Waiting to see what the world thinks it keeps giving
Comfort warmth and precious sunlight
deep within a fortress
only flesh may enclose me
for she wont clothe me
they'll scoop out the rest.
A week of drinking every night brought me back to your door
the pull of its handle, the seams where you lost your keys in the floor
I shuddered and stammered through a voice box by the locks
you told me I had no more need to knock
Buzzed the door open and the can of worms came with
Nothing occurs smoothly when I hadn't thought of
what to say next
I’m finding myself proving my worth
To everyone, and seemingly no one at all
I prostrate myself on a classroom table
An offering to the academic gods
Nameless
Faceless
Beings
Of assumed infinite absolute knowledge
This cognitive conglomerate congregation
The oligarchy of matriculation
Masters of mind manipulation
My intellectual droppings are
Simplified
Objectified
To the two dimensional land of
Letters
Grades
Paper.
Reduce me to your usefulness
Tell me how I can be applied.
I'm counting my steps in cigarettes
as I'm walking home from work
It's just one more day and a hundred more ways
to see how hard it hurts
to be a one man army
I'm playing in a one man band
I'm fighting a two front battle
there's just me and the man
My plastic wall paneling is slick and outdated
my wagon wheel chandeliers are understated
out shown by wear and weathering
staples jump from the floor from the old carpeting
they ripped up my floors and rolled them tightly
threw them out without an inkling
of how much relief they could steal
when facades are dropped, and composure kneels
the shutters went next, ripped from the outer shell
how far my bits have scattered is a secret they don't tell
though they're needed less without their tether
the holes remain from when we were nailed together
family belongings now occupy my walls and windows
the faithful door left unlocked so they may co
No More Poems Beggining with 'I' by 023rd, literature
Literature
No More Poems Beggining with 'I'
distance falls from the fictitious bells ringing without please
You have seen the red wheel barrow
felt the slick polish of the Polish mans shoes down on Main Street
Every new line is only an idea we've borrowed
It is not found in reflections cast in dew drops
or extracted like DNA from the cells of your thoughts
not thoughts of those former retold in new form
but found in farther placed symbols and torn
from scenes seeded in an audience's common ground
this is not where explorers are found
solitaire gets played in the background
like the movies mother would clean to
the drowning sound of traffic lulls me to surrender
to another working afternoon
eyes shut to induce enchantment
manipulating the tires to ocean waves
wet pavement makes their replacement
a subtle but comforting change
if they remain long enough they will wash over these four walls
crash against their stone base until it is no more than a pile of sand
weathered away my prison will stand
liberating me from the office stalls
small paths etched out by our daring young rodents
lead us down a wandering bay side hill
small paths before us, taunt us with movements
say what you like, they do as they will.
You lead my in reluctance to waters edge
reticence in your mind and slowly seeps to me
An arm encircles my own as we lean into the hedge
lost in snow drifts, come home to me
Stripped off my skin and hung in the closet
made sure to keep the creases straight
it hung there loosely and smiled droopingly back at me
it seemed glad to rest a while without all of my needs
how lonely these painted couples be
farming no farms for they're trapped in permanency
thin line of mouths sealed shut in the process
their thoughts can no longer be among us
forced to watch and hear tourist after tour group
debates on their expression, of which they had no choice
hear a thousand conversations
they can never participate in
knowing how to set the record straight
its because I was painted this way
no matter how much you look to find more there is nothing to me but the brush strokes bestowed on me
there's no more I can glean from the seems found on my crinkled canvas
surface pulled tighter in every restoration
Having yet to reach what it is you call living
Waiting to see what the world thinks it keeps giving
Comfort warmth and precious sunlight
deep within a fortress
only flesh may enclose me
for she wont clothe me
they'll scoop out the rest.
A week of drinking every night brought me back to your door
the pull of its handle, the seams where you lost your keys in the floor
I shuddered and stammered through a voice box by the locks
you told me I had no more need to knock
Buzzed the door open and the can of worms came with
Nothing occurs smoothly when I hadn't thought of
what to say next
I’m finding myself proving my worth
To everyone, and seemingly no one at all
I prostrate myself on a classroom table
An offering to the academic gods
Nameless
Faceless
Beings
Of assumed infinite absolute knowledge
This cognitive conglomerate congregation
The oligarchy of matriculation
Masters of mind manipulation
My intellectual droppings are
Simplified
Objectified
To the two dimensional land of
Letters
Grades
Paper.
Reduce me to your usefulness
Tell me how I can be applied.
I'm counting my steps in cigarettes
as I'm walking home from work
It's just one more day and a hundred more ways
to see how hard it hurts
to be a one man army
I'm playing in a one man band
I'm fighting a two front battle
there's just me and the man
My plastic wall paneling is slick and outdated
my wagon wheel chandeliers are understated
out shown by wear and weathering
staples jump from the floor from the old carpeting
they ripped up my floors and rolled them tightly
threw them out without an inkling
of how much relief they could steal
when facades are dropped, and composure kneels
the shutters went next, ripped from the outer shell
how far my bits have scattered is a secret they don't tell
though they're needed less without their tether
the holes remain from when we were nailed together
family belongings now occupy my walls and windows
the faithful door left unlocked so they may co
No More Poems Beggining with 'I' by 023rd, literature
Literature
No More Poems Beggining with 'I'
distance falls from the fictitious bells ringing without please
You have seen the red wheel barrow
felt the slick polish of the Polish mans shoes down on Main Street
Every new line is only an idea we've borrowed
It is not found in reflections cast in dew drops
or extracted like DNA from the cells of your thoughts
not thoughts of those former retold in new form
but found in farther placed symbols and torn
from scenes seeded in an audience's common ground
this is not where explorers are found
He would be 84 today.
He would be grumpy and drunk
The music channel on silent
And I
Hanging on his every word
I threw you a few doughnuts
but the seagulls ate them up
You said you'd come back as one of them
So you could shit on all your successful friends
Happy birthday to my old man.
Tempest words on shades of grey
Beckoned a man to this day,
When he shall hear not his wants
But words to ripple his azure pond.
Dearth to endure her slow utterance,
He shivers quietly in a distance
And dusts his trust slowly away,
To fury he thus is led astray.
His courage down a lane took a stroll
Well, as we know, it did take its toll
As he turned weak as a sodden fruit,
Susceptible to hatred’s covert abuse.
Reaching out to the air ‘fore him,
Gasping for breath, for his seraphim,
To his predilection slowly succumb
As Jealousy put him under its thumb.
A man then knows no logic or sense,
And even a nod is a futile pretence,
A
A young girl was walking down the street
When she saw an old lady sprawled on the ground
Looking for something she had dropped
She happily passed the lady without a look
The lady was none of her concern
But just a couple minutes later
The poor old lady was mugged
Just when she had found what she was looking for
A boy snatched it and ran off
Afterward the old lady walked into a restaurant
She angrily threw herself down at a table
And she snapped at the poor waiter
Although the nice boy had done nothing wrong
Soon the waiter couldn't take it anymore
He began to get angry at those around him
It became so bad that his boss noticed
And he was swif
I've been on my knees at your altar,
trying to twist my teeth to speak your tongues.
I was baptized in your holy water,
trying to feel your fire ignite in my lungs.
I've read every red letter, and between every line,
and every promise you made.
But I've never heard your voice,
and I've never seen your face.
Prayers screamed to cynical sanctuary ceilings
have echoed through empty aisles
and faded to unanswered silence.
So answer me,
Eloi eloi lama sabacthani?
Father, I am not your son,
why have you forsaken me?
Life of Anorexia by MyLoveForYouEternity, literature
Literature
Life of Anorexia
I starve myself,
for the desire to be thinner.
I have lost so much weight,
but my mind tells me a different story.
I have the desire for perfection,
in hopes someone will love me.
I am not perfect,
nor am I beautiful.
I lose more weight,
for the desire of perfectionist.
But my mind tells me to keep going,
I become thinner then normal.
Food makes me sick,
I feel unworthy, hopeless, a failure.
Maybe if I lose more weight,
I will feel beautiful, secure, and hopeful.
This is the thoughts I crave,
the memories i receive.
The desire for perfection,
is what my mind tells me everyday.
So There's this dream that haunts me,
At least once a week,
Leaving so many questions,
But no answers to seek.
I see my self standing,
In the midst of a vast, still ocean,
Staring back at me,
With lack of motion,
Starting to sink,
My clone looks at me surprised,
It starts to scream and shout,
Looking at me with pleading eyes.
Running to help, to late jump in,
I extend my hand as it's now fully submerged,
I watch it sink deeper,
With a panicky urge.
Engulfing in darkness,
I shout "Swim to the top."
As it replies,
No, I'm giving up.
"Don't you dare stop,
You have a promise to keep!"
It replies,
"There's no use, I'm in far to deep."
I'm f
I warned you not to count your eggs
before they hatched
but you were too hyperactive,
and you had ADHD and you wanted to bake cookies.
You wouldn't shut up
about how grossly sweet they would taste
and how pretty and glossy the stretched white yolk would be.
You just wouldn't listen
and now our baskets are empty
and those cookies just sit on the counter, untouched,
mocking us
like that voicemail that your mother left on the phone
begging us not to get that abortion.
Are we murderers?
withered return, all we of womb to coffin
stretched branches skyward
ways new of thought but
never regret. my
forever living
life
living forever
my regret. never
but thought of new ways
skyward branches stretched
coffin to womb of we. All return withered
"Don't try to make life an equation with you in the middle and everything coming out equal. When you good bad things can still happen. And when you're bad you can still be lucky."
-Barbara Kingsolver
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