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I starve myself.
When saying it out loud it sounds surreal,
But it’s the only way I can feel.
I am not worthy of food.
It is not worth the weight.
Fore I see myself by what I have ate.
Starving is like slowing dying.
Numb, and invisible to what others can see.
Funny how food could be the death of me.
I don’t have the body to match.
And I fear I will always see myself as fat.
You can tell just by looking at me I eat plenty.
My solution being to not eat, to be empty.
The air that fills my lungs now fills my stomach.
But my head fills with words of others,
“You’re too big.” “You should lose some weight.”
These are the words that keeps me up late.
People don’t know how much one sentence can affect me.
Why couldn’t of they just let me be.
Maybe then I would be able to be just a kid.
Maybe I wouldn’t see myself as big.
Sometimes I make myself throw up while sitting on the bathroom floor.
It makes my teeth rotten and my throat sore.
Nothing I do works though.
I am still as big as I was when I look behind at my shadow.
I see all these ‘skinny model girls’ on tv,
And oh god I wish that was me.
Why can’t I just be thinner.
And what makes it worse is the mirror,
Every-time I will lift my jumper and turn to the side,
All I see is how I’ve doubled in size.
I feel disgusted with how I see myself in the reflection.
If I could just redesign each section,
Every single aspect of myself I would inspect.
Every part of my body I would select and perfect.
What I wouldn’t do for a perfect body.
If I could trade my last shaky breath for the body I have dreamt of my whole life,
Maybe then I would love my body, only in the afterlife.
I starve myself,
Yes that’s true.
But it doesn’t have to be for you.
I know you’ve heard this 100 times,
But please eat, and no, not just sometimes.
Food is your fuel.
No body of yours should be treated this cruel.
So go eat a burger, some ice cream and a donut or two.
Food will not be the death of you.
What should I write, what do you think
How's about tightie whities
The kind that get most women all worked up
Divesting themselves of their nighties
Even if you plead you have a headache
She's in no condition to listen
Those tightie whities are driving her crazy
Down below she starts goin' fishin'
All of a sudden your headache disappears
Now it's you who's all gung ho
You yell out “tally ho ride 'em cowboy”
She screams bloody murder “woo ho”
That continues for about thirty-eight seconds
Then collapsing exhausted on the floor
You scream out “got a cramp in my leg”
She yells, “want more, want more, want more!”
Think to myself that's the very last time
It's polka dot boxers from now on
Tightie whities will be the death of me
At my age, I ain't got that long
Ha... a fairy tale!!!
What should I write, what do you think
How's about tightie whities
The kind that get most women all worked up
Divesting themselves of their nighties
Even if you plead you have a headache
She's in no condition to listen
Those tightie whities are driving her crazy
Down below she starts to go fishin'
All of a sudden your headache disappears
Now it's you who's all gung ho
You yell out “tally ho, ride 'em cowboy”
She screams bloody murder “woo ho”
That continues for thirty-eight seconds
Then collapsing exhausted on the floor
You scream out “got a cramp in my leg”
She yells, “I want more, I want more, I want more!”
Think to myself that's the very last time
It's polka dot boxers from now on
Tightie whities will be the death of me
At my age, ain't got that long
Ha... a fairy tale!!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
The motorcar, bus, train, plane and jet
helped free man from the horse and wagon's sweat
The world was his to explore, to conquer, to see
with a boost from motion pictures, radio and TV
Then before mid-20th century the atom was tamed
for a quarter-million deaths in Japan it was blamed
Much to the hopeful inventors' chagrin and their shame
the 'World of the Future' had a stain on its name
Along came computers, promising a world so bright
of calculation power infinite, to increase the world's light
We churned through the ages of mainframes and minis
micros and PC's, desktops and laptops and chips too small to see
And now we've smartphones and I-phones with Internet
Facebook, Instagram, texting and twittering and all that
We shrink with horror at cyber-bullies, cyber-crime
cyber-stalking, cyber-war --- all else is 'old hat...'
Once sure that AI, all our problems could solve
yet fairness and ethics it seems to dissolve
Yes, the Future's here now, and I don't like what I see
more high crime and terror ~ 'twill be the death of me
October 23, 2019
Inspired by Sheri Fresonke Harper's 'Future' contest
...although not for the contest
I'd been the fire in the rain
the sun in the storm
I'd been everywhere
and nowhere
my broken back arched
once in defiance,
a monk chanted and
the moon stood still
I told him,
don’t pray for me I am a
godless goddess
the white fire burns in me
and no other
through a tongue-less mouth
I screamed for release
into the otherworld
having a million words to say
I was speechless
~~~
the sun rises in me again
healing my wounds
the answer to my cries
I am free again to dream
my monk friend,
take my hands feel my faith
my broken back now healed
arches in exaltation
I dance on moonbeams
sliding the light of beauty
dream catchers spin with
the sound of my first word
I am reborn and new once more
only my joy will be the death of me
Beyond, up from my house, not far away,
and stretched as wide across as I can see
from north to south -there ever on display -
are mountains that have stood unfailingly
for centuries, magnificent and stout.
They rise sublime in snow-capped splendor through
the winter time. In fall, bright colors sprout
from land that upward sweeps till peaks meet blue.
A fault line runs beneath; it's said that soon
our hills will rupture! How can man combat
an earthquake? None who live here are immune,
for Nature does not think of things like that!
How beautiful those mountains! Eerily,
they possibly could be the death of me!
Sept. 19, 2020
WoW! I am finally here, and I can't believe my eyes,
Everything is so dark and creepy, I am really scared.
I see ghost and goblins and scary looking monsters
every where.
I thought to myself “everything looks so real” Did they
hire actors or what?”
They went all out for this “Halloween Extravaganza”
The music is even spooky. My heart is about to jump
out my chest.
The maze(dark and creepy) was so long and I thought
it would never end.
Monsters jumped out of no where each second of the maze.
I started to think this maze is going to be the death of me,
Where is the paramedics when you need them?
This Extravaganza lasted 3 hours long.
Who knew they could pull something off like this?
Next it was the big reveal……………….
Underneath the costumes were all of my friends at Poetrysoup!
Alexis Y.
10-28-18
Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow
Veiled in twilight…
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face
Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...
embracing star-strewn
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance
What should I write, what do you think
How's about tightie whities
The kind that get most women all worked up
Divesting themselves of their nighties
Even if you plead you have a headache
She's in no condition to listen
Those tightie whities are driving her crazy
Down below she starts goin' fishin'
All of a sudden your headache disappears
Now it's you who's all gung-ho
You yell out “tally ho ride 'em cowboy”
She screams bloody murder “woo hoo”
That continues for about thirty-eight seconds
Then collapsing exhausted on the floor
You scream out “got a cramp in my leg”
She yells, “want more, want more, want more!”
Think to myself that's the very last time
It's polka dot boxers from now on
Tightie whities will be the death of me
At my age, I ain't got that long
Ha... a fairy tale!!!
No one can see it, but I’m poisoned.
Every morning, I take my meds,
and as the pills travel down my throat,
I wonder if this is the only antidote.
When I sit alone in my bed,
pondering my own crippling thoughts,
the poison makes me ill.
Will I ever get this out of my system? I ask.
It lingers through my body—
from my head, deep in my brain,
to my stomach, where I get nauseous
at the thought of my own mental toxins.
Although I didn’t consume something deadly to make me sick,
the poison in my prefrontal cortex
might just be the death of me.
When I walk into a room, no one sees
that every step I take is intense pain.
For now, I’ll go to sleep with this poison
eating at my life
and hope that it doesn’t kill me.
I’m poisoned mentally,
but not physically.