Eating Poems

Eating Disorders, Young Boys and Girls

The glass has teeth—
it bites at dawn,
gnawing away what flesh I thought was mine.

A rib is a rung to heaven,
but the ladder never ends.
Numbers bloom red on the bathroom scale,
they hum like insects in the skull.

I am a mannequin—
wire shoulders, hollow eyes,
a smile stitched with needles.

Children bruise themselves
against invisible rulers.
They carve equations into skin:
less, less,

i don't want to be nineteen

10
i've just moved back to my hometown but i have none of my old friends
i'm at a new school
not many people seem to like me
i'll have more friends
maybe when i'm older?
oh how i want to be older
11
i made a couple of friends 
we laugh and joke around with one another
i pretending i'm not fearing what

Winter warmth

Winter warmth, comfort eating,
Dog house took some beating,
Dog got fat, so did I,
Sunny clothes did heave their sigh,
Guess, Dog, this is our fat day,
Thinner salads shall hold sway,
Lettuce shreds, lack a day,
Fat days, thin days, my yo-yo way!

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I think most people picture a parting phrase, 
The “I love yous”, 
Or something like,
“You’re going to be in a better place.” 
It’s hard to describe, 
I feel like I’ve had sort of a perspective change. 
It’s hard not to imagine like I’ve seen death, 
And when we locked eyes,
I saw the heat edge of

Eating Twinkies with God

Eating Twinkies With God
Eating Twinkies with God

The little boy walked into the park
the sun was shining very bright
he saw a lady old and frail
the sun reflected on her hair
Who is this lady, the little boy thought
with her hair so full of light


With two Twinkies in his bag and a coke in his hand
he walked to

Over easy

Listening to Jazz

Eating my egg, ham and cheese

So easy to please

Clocking Out

About to procrastinate
am putting it off
setting it aside
it's never too late
it can wait
as
now is the hour
no time
like the present
nothing important
I can't circumvent
didn't wind the clock
gave my watch away
don't need to know
what week it is
nor hour of the day
nowhere I have to be
no one's expecting me
from this moment on
no long hard climb
just eating drinking wining dining
I'm

SENSE OF TASTE

By the street lamp we stand by,
our favorite restaurant.
Seeing people are eating,
hot dishes being devoured.
Food plays with my hungry tongue,
senses are jumping for joy.
Another heavenly meal,
mouth and stomach did enjoy.

Control

Her soul was starved of acceptance 
An aching hunger wanting to be fed 
Her body weak
Not from the lack of food
But for the lack of love for her skin
Being black meant a life where no matter what she did
She would never win
She couldn't control her race 
But she could control her body
She wanted to be

The Release

We all know that feeling. The one that we don’t want to end. The one that’s so satisfying it’s intoxicating. It starts subtle. Sometimes, it involves thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn’t dare share with anyone. It grows through your entire body, screaming and scratching through every single nerve ending. It spreads slowly, burning down every narrow

Fantasy - Imagination Are Twins

"Fantasy ~ Imagination Are Twins. Having a fun time playing together in our dreams." By Poet

As I look into last night's  "Dream,"
I see a  "Visualization" downstream.
I see a huge bear and cubs dressed in lace of red and cream,
that is a crazy color scheme.
Is my  "Imagination" going up in steam?
The bears looked

What You Eating? A Letter to Friendship, Fur, and Fried Calamari

Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and counselor’s grace,
Me, burnt out but still showing my face.
We stitched up souls with words and care,
In a world where few

The Plate

Not all of us ‘Eat, Pray, Love’.
One plate: a minefield
of coulda, woulda, shoulda,
of clink and clatter
long after a bite.
Taste lingers,
here!

My Body Is My Friend

I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So

puppy eating my bushes

My puppy is eating my bushes
One twig at a time
Bushes I have babied for ten years
They suddenly have a new purpose
When he is bothering them
He is not chewing on me

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