Best Skinnier Poems
I feel as if I’m inadequate,
No job and no money, worthless…
I’m sad and jealous…
I feel like a loser, with nothing
To show,
I feel fat and gross,
Internal battles are plaguing me…
I wish I looked different,
And had something to feel proud of…
I have nothing to contribute,
And I feel like a burden…
I wish I could go to this and this,
And buy lots of groceries…
My self-esteem is at a low,
I see nothing but flaws…
I hate looking at myself…
No job, fat, gross, worthless…
I feel like a loser…
In my eyes, everyone’s prettier,
More successful and skinnier…
I yearn for confidence…
I want so badly for money, and a REAL job…
Instead I’ve nothing,
It’s not that I don’t try,
I try so hard,
And with every day that passes,
No call, no emails,
I feel worse,
My heart gets heavier…
I don’t want to eat in fear
That I’ll gain weight,
I don’t like my arms, stomach, and legs…
My smile is crooked,
And I have two chins…
I’m tired of my internal struggles…
Hearing my thoughts all day…
I wish I felt better,
I’d give anything…
AIDS POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But you won’t survive until you’re old
Your friends and family will stay away
No matter how much you plead or pray
You’ll lose your weight and faint at times
You’ll prefer dying than being alive
No one to take care of you at night
You’ll be untouchable, yeah that’s right
It doesn’t matter how I infected you
All they’ll think all you do is screw
Your life will be like a living hell
You’ll be alone and lonely, can’t you tell?
You’ll regret that day I entered you
The days you have are very few
Within no time you’ll beg to die
But I’ll kill you slowly while you cry
PATIENT’S POV:
Right now it’s only cough and cold
But I am gonna get you trolled
My friends and family will stay with me
They love me so much, can’t you see?
Skinnier I’ll be, unhealthy I’ll be
It’s not ‘you’ and ‘I’, with us it’s a ‘we’
They’ll stand by me, take care of me
They’ll take me home, I’ll be free
But today they asked me the reason
Was it some blood transfusion?
Yes it was, I wanted to say
But I realized my life had started to sway
They’re going away, the ones I loved
Was it really necessary for me to be shoved?
I trusted them to stay with me
But now I’m begging you to let me die…
Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection,
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream
spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge
and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick
green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces.
Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair,
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap
but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,
snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot.
Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me
down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes,
saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.
11-16-2013
When you see your reflection
Staring back at you
Do you hate what you see?
Do you wish your body was shaped differently?
Little skinnier here a little more curves over there
Do you know that your body is like your fingerprints?
Uniquely yours
And that no matter how hard you try
You will never have the identical build
Someone else possess
Your body is your trademark
Don’t loose your label
Just to fit in or to look like someone else
Don’t become an imitation
Learn to love your tag
Try and work with the tag you were blessed with
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Jealousy is like a disease that takes over your mind,
In your thoughts it's as if they've committed a crime.
Jealousy is a strong emotion,
Sometimes leaving you feeling broken.
It's because of someone's success or riches,
That cause you to act like a *****.
Some times it's from insecurities you have from your past,
Jealousy will make you do compare and contrast.
You feel like a ticking bomb about to explode,
Blood boiling in your veins, you can see it in your face because it shows.
Maybe someone is skinnier than you,
Jealously can make you do things you never intended to do.
Maybe someone has a nicer body than you,
That causes you to act brand new.
Your boyfriend might be looking at another girl,
You start acting like it's the end of the world.
Someone might have the car that you want,
You act stank then play it off acting all nonchalant.
Jealousy might be from fears,
Blowing things out of proportion making things become more severe.
Jealousy can make you become possessive,
At times makes you act aggressive.
Jealousy is like a demon trapped inside,
It can upset you and make you cry.
Jealousy can lead to trust issues,
Make you think your relationship is artificial.
Jealousy from your friend having a better man,
Realizing your life is some what less than.
Jealousy causes unhappiness,
Creating this unexplained darkness.
Jealousy makes you feel discontent,
At times needing someone to talk to so you can vent.
Being smart causes jealousy,
Weighing on your mind heavily.
Jealousy is a sudden rage,
It happens to people of any age.
Jealousy causes resentment,
Quick to pass judgement.
Jealousy is like your harboring a monster,
People assuming that you're some kind of imposter.
Jealousy can be controlled with trust,
All you need is real true love.
January 17, 2014
~The One and Only~
What makes man love so
blindly
Why does man love so blindly
What makes man love at first
sight
Why does the sight of her fill
man with delight
What can man do to try to
forget
Why does man do things he
will soon regret
What can man do to stop
getting annoyed
Why can't love be something
man can
avoid
What makes this will to love
so strong
Why does man only find
women to which with them it
feels so wrong,
and never right
What is the reason why I
can't find the one for me
Why am I so particular, what
isn't there that I wish I could
see
What makes me complicate
this innate, simple, organic
matter
Why couldn't she be a little
darker, lighter, skinnier, fatter
What makes me think that I'd
be settling for less than I
wanted
Why did I only decide now
that this issue should be
confronted
What is life without love, for
love is essential
Why does the
fact that it's essential drive
me mental
What made me love so blindly
I have no idea
(according to Arthur
Schopenhauer, 'the will to
life' is a primitive and very
superficial force that makes
people create hopefully well
balanced offspring, not the
more complex notion of love,
love is the hoax)
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
Must stay close to the WC
Senior Montezuma is laughing hysterically
Thoroughly enjoying his revenge at my expense
Didn't drink the water but it made no difference
Been back home for almost a week now
No relief in sight
Getting skinnier by the minute
Looking kind of emaciated and if you believe that
Go some gorgeous swampland in Florida for ya
I'm sure you'll be interested in
Could starve myself for a couple of weeks
And the word, “emaciated” still wouldn't apply
I imagine Senior Montezuma is getting a big kick out of this
Kind of a sick sense of humour I would say!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Another notch tighter on my belt
Without trying, getting skinnier and quite svelte
Can wishing make it so
Though the progress is slow
Perhaps age contributes... not sure if that helps
© Jack Ellison 2016
I was so young and i mowed the lawn,
Whoever thought it was us that id grow to mourn,
We hit it off well and truely too quick,
You became pregnant, a son i would pick,
We broke up when he was 6 months, you said it was time,
You moved in with your parents, and i stayed at mine,
Our dogs were so big but they just got the scraps,
And skinnier and skinnier till they almost died in my lap
It broke my heart and it was so hard to deal with,
But our love was not real it was all just a myth
We were engaged and so happy back then,
you told me you werent coming back till god only knows when
Two and a half months have passed since you moved back home,
And im waiting and waiting just like a garden gnome
I was finished and i knew that it was all done,
So now it is your turn to go and have fun,
We screw and we screw but dont tell your folks,
I know you dont care so you ask for more pokes,
Your parents got into your ear and caused you to be miserable,
Our relationship will not rekindle there is no more sizzle,
So more and more garbage you will get fed,
Now you wont let me see my boy, i was misled,
It hurts me so much but you just dont care,
So long as the child support gives you something nicer to wear,
We book in for mediation, it was over at sunshine,
And you lie about everything as if i had done time,
You are being unreasonable you are not just,
So they say to do leagally assisted you know its a must,
We book in and it wont be for several months now,
But you cancel 2 weeks before your a damn evil cow
So i go out to Abbotsford to get four new piercings,
But when i come back no son or any listenings,
Im unreliable for my son this is what you say,
Now i cant even see him no time of the day,
I want a dna test to make sure you were true,
But then you get angry and dribble some poo,
When i speak to some solicitor to get this fixed
He says no worries throw 6 grand in the mix
Since ive seen my boy its been over a year and half
The time the moments ive missed out on god i hate this path
For the pain she has caused, i should have worn a rubber,
It really was that simple not to make this thing a mother
It was long ago,
Whilst I was still going to college,
Way back during the dawn of mankind,
Still living with my first wife, with my parents,
And my beloved mutt-dog, Rippy...
A smallish, black dog,
Long a part of the family,
He loved cheese, like all Bells,
And hated harmonicas, I guess,
As he would howl when my father played...
But we didn't know that then,
We thought the cutie was merely singing along...
Well, Rippy was in the habit of being let out,
On his own, as we had a big yard,
And always came back without incident...
Until one winter's day, when he never returned...
All hearts were broken,
But none more than mine...
I went out after a snow storm tapered off,
Found his frozen carcass in a street nearby,
And buried him, not an easy task,
In the frozen back yard ground...
Set up a cross,
Although he never admitted to a religion...
And sadly resumed my routine...
Two days later, I came home from C.C.N.Y.,
One afternoon, via bus and subway...
When I came in the door,
My young first wife, Ann, and my mother,
Greeted me with mysterious, mischievous smiles...
They told me to close my eyes,
They would take me inside my parents'
Sealed close bedroom, for a surprise...
Great mystery was evident,
And it was evident they were enjoying
My perplexed looks...
Well, I did as told,
They took me into my parents bedroom,
I was told to open my eyes,
I did, and there on the bed,
Was my beloved Rippy!!
I was delighted, of course,
But wondering if this was some evil magic,
As I had buried him some days prior,
But no, it was Rip, and he was find,
Just a bit skinnier than usual.
So, who had I buried?
To this day I don't know,
But what are the odds,
A dog of similar shape and size,
Should appear dead, frozen,
Directly across the street?
Was his whitish frozen hue
The reason I was fooled?
I don't know,
But I was so overjoyed,
To have my favorite dog of all times, back...
When he ultimately did die...
My wife was gone from the scene,
And my dog died in my arms...
And if I live to be 600,
And have 100 dogs more
Before I die,
I will always miss my Rippy most,
So deeply did he I adore.
For Rhoda, who is about to lose a favored cat,
whose posted picture proved that
that particular cat was gorgeous
beyond normal expectations. tom bell
I feel you laughing with some other girl
And it makes me feel pushed out
I saw her picture
Hanging on the back of your door
Now I understand why you forgot me
She's prettier
She's skinnier
She's better
Who was I to think
That a crow like me could find love with a dove like you?
The urge takes over me,
i cant stay strong anymore,
i run to the bathroom,
making myself give up,
every calorie and carb,
the walls are covered with,
prettier and skinnier girls,
i wish everyday,
that i could look like them,
id give anthing to be the girl,
the guys want,
who gets looked at,
and told your beautiful,
insted im the one in the background,
never noticed unless im gettin made fun of,
i cant be strong anymore,
the urge,
the need contols me,
i cant fight it,
it consumes me.
You could
be
younger or older I
would love you
no less
In you, Beauty
dwells and nothing is
out of place
You could
be
skinnier or heavier I
would adore you
no less
In you, Harmony
was born merging into celestial
melodies
You could
be stronger or weaker I
would find you enchanting
no less
In you, the Lord's Creation
shines and God
winks.