Best Nervosa Poems

A child
No more than 12 years old
Sees images of women
Thin
Beautiful
Rich
Wanted
She looks in the mirror
She doesn't see the image
Her body doesn't fit the mold
Movies, TV and...

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-Dedicated to all those suffering with an eating disorder. Beauty, true beauty, belies a gentrified, pretty exterior. You are not alone-


Benighted whispers and spurning dreams
Forthwith...

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Through smokey eyes, there lies
a girl whose innocence begins to materialize
To her surprise no one can hear her cries
because she's all alone in her masked...

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The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.
Lauren Oliver


sunrise transcends from thousand white moons 
enamelling specks of gold over a...

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Born in Cincinnati that buckeye state 
January 13th 1959 – 57+ years to date
A tangle of arms & legs testing lungs, which sounded great
He kind...

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Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial and malevolent force
     must be fast at work
     cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted...

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loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially 
rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter.

tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn 
ejected flotsam globular human...

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written just a couple weeks before the lease at prior abode would expire, and no affordable habitat....just by happenstance and a thankful invisible hand of...

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Most salient benefit
anorexia nervosa wrought
excerpt, qua gut tease 
burg address er...
four decades and seven years ago
plus countless hours, days, weeks...
elapsed with nary morsel

passing between two...

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My never ending
     search for whatever
     this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
     write...

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I see them but I don’t hear them, 
I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
They say that I am the main character in the...

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My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state...

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Spindleshanks Ain't No Legend...

But sits here donned in his foreign
aged (not so lovely) bag of bones
barely functioning surviving, but by
skin off his teeth, (which explains
dentures)...

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Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,

though...

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