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fingers not full grown
still manage to pull free
undesired calories
and a mother's fear
tiny fingers just long enough
to grasp at insecurities
and struggle with feelings
of inadequacy
I want to be pretty
drain her empty
in the filthiest of cleansings
the mind of a child can't comprehend irony,
and that is her only solution
off-white porcelain
stained with promises of perfection
from a girl too young
to know the consequences
(or the reasons)
she smiles a broken smile
because she's almost there
and she's unaware
she lost part of herself she'll never get back
and the cycle repeats
still manage to pull free
undesired calories
and a mother's fear
- "honey, please"
says the mom who has too many
worries and wrinkles for
her daughter of nine
"please"
tears spring forth
from wells not seen
since her own pitiful choices
"you're already beautiful,
and there are so many better ways
please, please, please
don't make my same mistakes"
tiny fingers just long enough
to grasp at insecurities
and struggle with feelings
of inadequacy
I want to be pretty
drain her empty
in the filthiest of cleansings
the mind of a child can't comprehend irony,
and that is her only solution
- "but mommy" she chirps "I'm fat"
off-white porcelain
stained with promises of perfection
from a girl too young
to know the consequences
(or the reasons)
she smiles a broken smile
because she's almost there
and she's unaware
she lost part of herself she'll never get back
- "please, don't do what I did. please, don't be like me." "but mommy," she says "I already am"
and the cycle repeats
Literature
Not always the end
The seasons are passing,
That is unchanging.
The first leaves start to fall,
Leaving the tree alone, standing tall.
The flowers are withering,
The morning dew still slightly glimmering.
Life slowly being taken from the earth,
Letting the Winter prepare it for rebirth.
After the Winter the earth will be reborn,
The farmers will the harvest their corn.
New flowers will grow,
Be it fast or slow.
Forgetting the Winter and it's icy cold.
Leaving but the future to unfold.
The cold Winter removed old life,
Just to make place for new life.
An end is not always an end,
But make sure your time wasn't misspend.
The end is just a new st
Literature
Wait (My Virgin)
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
There is more than one way to stimulate
And commitment is indeed a verb
The pressure he will put upon you
Or the pressure you will put onto him
Is equal and opposite to the regret
And the feeling that you have sinned
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
When did purity become a dirty word?
Physically able to copulate
But think about the consequences first
The pressure they will put upon you
To lose your innocence as quickly as them
All because they regret their actions
And want you to follow their trend
Where did you learn to be promiscuous?
Don't g
Literature
Self Righteous Suicide
Self Righteous Suicide:
We're sleeping,
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
We isolate,
Each other,
As we walk alone at night.
We plot,
Unholy vengeance,
As we dream of endless death,
We hate,
Our reflections,
As we choke away our breath.
We sleep,
And suffer,
Tormented by our dreams.
Alone,
And frightened,
None shall hear our screams.
So sick,
So vengeful,
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
This life,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
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I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one. I mean, part of me wants to delete it right now. Then again, I'm not quite sure about most things I write about myself.
This is for #APictureToA1000Words Back to Your Roots contest. Written about something personal.
I was a weird nine year old. Feedback is welcome.
EDIT: I placed first in the contest, alongside the lovely ~Contradictory55, [link]. It's truly an honor. Thank you.
This is for #APictureToA1000Words Back to Your Roots contest. Written about something personal.
I was a weird nine year old. Feedback is welcome.
EDIT: I placed first in the contest, alongside the lovely ~Contradictory55, [link]. It's truly an honor. Thank you.
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Heartbreaking, even more so due to the age and the cycle itself.
It touched me especially because someone I love dearly struggled with an eating disorder for years, and still struggles with how he feels about himself and his weight.
It touched me especially because someone I love dearly struggled with an eating disorder for years, and still struggles with how he feels about himself and his weight.