funny how
society says shrinking
to less
will make us more.
cruel how
we believe it.
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
as i chewed
the hard cookie
and swallowed
the sweet filling
i felt
myself
bloat
and e x p a n d
bigger and
BIGGER
until i could
no longer fit
into myself.
today i ate a
pack of oreos.
but what will it be
tomorrow?
a cracker?
a celery stick?
meals getting smaller
until they are only snacks
snacks getting smaller
until they are nothing.
funny how
i hate this system
of winning
by losing
until you are zero.
cruel how
i want this, too.
The fat girl glares in envy
At the one the world calls skinny
And the skinny girl glares back
At the one the world calls fat
Fatty wants the slender neck
Skinny wants the breasts
Fatty wants the tiny tummy
Skinny wants the rest
Fatty wants the tiny waist
Fatty wants to breathe
Fatty wants to be the one
The world would call pretty
But there are secrets
That fatty doesn't know
Like the dreams of skinny
And why she feels so low
Skinny may be small
But she wants to gain some weight
So don't call a small girl skinny
It's sometimes a very big mistake
Fat girls may look to skinny
And release an angry sigh
But tiny girls who can
The Little Girl Blinked by CloudNumber8, literature
Literature
The Little Girl Blinked
The little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Dear Writer,
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I
When I attempt to hold the beautiful snow,
it melts in my hand,
and drips through the spaces between my fingers;
almost as if it's trying to escape,
and leave me as well.
Wednesday, February 13th, 2013 -A short poem- by Katscra, journal
Wednesday, February 13th, 2013 -A short poem-
To my future love..wherever you may be..
You are my hopes and dreams,
you are the only one that I need.
You are my sunshine far and above,
you are the only one that I love.
You are the reflections in the sky,
you are my thoughts when I go to cry.
You are sweet music to my ear.
You are my destiny, far and wide,
you are the soft breeze, blowing by.
You are the soft rose petals on the ground,
no matter where you are, your beauty is found.
You are the needle in a stack,
when I fall, you've got my back.
You are the clouds in the sky,
I am amazed at just how high you can fly.
You are that feeling I cannot shake,
my every thought is
Mommy, Daddy, are you okay?
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm
My eyebrows may not be perfectly arched,
My lips might look a little too parched,
My eyes could hold a tad too much fear,
My looks may not land me a modeling career,
My clothing sometimes doesnt follow the trend,
My personality, you may not comprehend,
My fingernail polish might slightly be chipped,
My life may not follow the teenager script,
My skin tone may seem a little too pale,
My habits might make me appear rather frail,
However, Id rather be ugly through and through,
If perfect meant I was just like you.
There was a girl
who was always alone.
No one knew her name.
No one really cared.
She'd sit in the shadows,
alone,
alone,
and cry.
Cry for herself,
cry, hoping to get pity,
cry, because Mom and Dad were long gone,
cry, because she needed the consolation.
Wherever she went,
her face was shrouded
in darkness.
She couldn't be loved
because she was a loser
to everyone around her.
No one saw the
beauty that was buried
deep in her.
She was once a loser to them
and always would be a loser to them.
She was once their target
and always would be their target.
Things were not easy
for her,
being a loser and all.
She had no al