I can see the waters
but they are beyond my grasp
the trees are getting skinnier
their leaves have turned blood red
a reflection of my disappointment
in the far distance I see healthy verdant pines
they are the right size, not distorted like my trees
there is no water here, no faith, no hope
the earth is cracked, barren, desolate,
a reflection of my disappointment
I put on my makeup and do my hair to feel beautiful.
I pick out outfits that make me look skinnier.
Even after doing this, I still never feel good-looking.
I go to sleep praying that I would be happy with my appearance.
No matter what I do,I still hate looking at my reflection in the mirror.
One thing I've realized is that, if I constantly pick apart my appearance, I'll spend the rest of my life being miserable.
I remember the first day I saw you,
The blonde-haired boy with the ocean blue eyes,
A lob sided grin and tan skin,
I was never much a girl for Manchester boys,
That was until I met you and my heart skipped a beat in joy,
He’s smart, Athletic and funny,
Though we’ve never talked i know his favourite colour and the way he likes his hair,
And as I stare at the sun I think of him the bright boy who I wish calls my name,
Instead he has another girl
Prettier skinnier curvier perfect in everyway,
His eyes crinkle in awe as he looks down at the model tucked close to his side,
And as he leans down to kiss her their eyes never break contact,
They share a love that I couldn’t possibly ever compete with,
A couple everyone dreams over,
Wishing for a relationship like theirs,
And as I look up at the sun I think of him,
The boy who makes me smile every time my eyes lock on his,
Though he never talks or even acknowledges me,
I still fall in love with that Manchester boy,
My Manchester boy.
Empty thoughts, smile pretty
When can I hangout with my friends next?!
What time is practice today!?
Which friends should I sit with at lunch today?!
Where should I go for dinner tonight??
Why am I so distracted today?
Why are my grades slipping?
Why does my body not look like hers?
Why are my grades not as good as theirs?
Why cant she be my friend?
Why cant he love me back?
Why cant I be skinnier?
Why cant I sleep at night?
Why cant I quit?
Why is my hair not long enough or blonde enough?
Why do I only feel better about myself when Im tearing others down?
Why do I look this way?
Why do I feel this way?
Why cant I have her life?
Why cant I be perfect?
Why am I such a disappointment?
Why cant I just shut up?
Why cant I be like everyone else?
Why did I start hating myself?
Why did I let their words into my head?
Empty thoughts, and always smiling pretty
The pretty girl with green cat's eyes
is skinnier than Johnny the hot-dog vender,
they chat and smoke grass
on their coffee break mindless of lonely Cher!
Once she was her true friend, they drank together
at the Happy Bar until the pretty girl
with green cat's eyes stole her boyfriend Peter;
when they meet, it's nothing but Hell!
Branda comes running and breaks them up,
that's when Cher's face gets red with anger;
" Peter is mine, get your own! It's not fair
to kiss him as if he was your adorable pup! "
The pretty girl with cats' eyes seems too crazy,
she always looks for a prey and when she finds one...
the poor guy can't escape from her captivity;
I'm ashamed to say I fell for her but drunk from wine!
Hey, dudes don't be charmed by her deceptive smile,
she steals your wallet and all the credit cards;
watch the pretty girl with cats' eyes luring guys;
think twice: sex is not free, don't be taken for a ride!
Skinny floral Christmas elf with eyes so green
Your attitude and holly is totally and fully seen
We marvel at your body, so lithe and loose
You are skinnier than a wiped-out chicken goose.
Skinny floral Christmas elf with your attitude cute
We don’t know what to say, you are pretty couth.
We see your skip and hop and your limber bod.
You are more like us than we thought, not so very odd.
A little bitty Squinney
Has lines on its back.
Skinnier than the Guinea's.
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
Let me tell you a story about
Merlin the Magical Cat
He could conjure up the best magical spells
but couldn't keep himself from being fat
He would eat up
all the treats
and then would go hunt down more
critters and creatures to eat
But he would try his magic
to reduce his gut
but the fat would just
rearrange towards his butt
"Meow, meow, meow!"
he would scream
Why oh why were the laws of nature
so mean!
So he decided to go on
an exercise program
where he would jog and run each day
along side his man
It worked as he grew skinnier
and skinnier
His magic in this instance was not needed
he was the winnier!
In herself she saw An Easy Winner,
Until she began to be thinner;
You should know what I mean: leaner
And for it earned the name Tina’
Together with ‘Lena’…
Then, she turned Dare-Devil fighter
And though things still got tighter
Not too long became lighter
Her Sun shining the brighter.
Now, she knows: nothing like Easy winner
The searcher for it, at first skinnier.
Sure I compare myself to others
I can think that someone is funnier than me
That someone is happier
Or taller or prettier
Or skinnier or faster
Or smarter or more successful
Or ... anything
But there is still one thing they don’t have
My combination
The combination of characteristics that makes me, me
Nobody can take that away from me,
This isn’t a trade-up situation
It’s not the characteristics I have that
Make me better than another
That’s not the goal, there’s no measuring tool
What matters is the way I use my talents
And since there is no measuring stick,
Doesn’t that mean there isn’t
a grading system?
And if that’s the case, I’m not failing
And if I’m not failing, I think I’d rather spend my time loving myself than searching for reasons why I shouldn’t.
So the self-love doesn’t start when
I get the job I want or I clean my room
Or I start a relationship,
It starts now. Regardless of anything.
Because self-love isn’t attained by anything
Other than what already exists inside of me.
We could have boobs in the 50’s and 60’s
We could have a nice round bottom.
We could be Vargas girls, on our way to being
Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield.
That all changed in the wave of a twig.
Twiggy.
Skinnier than most twigs actually.
Svelte on its way to starvation.
She became the “new it girl”, the new look.
Karen Carpenter had never felt so fat.
She developed anorexia, which killed her.
Musical genius, now dead.
I blame that twig – Twiggy
And her manager
And those so-called glamour girls.
I prefer Vargas girls any old day.
Butterfly swoops in
Black like a bat but a touch skinnier
Moves at an incredible gliding pace
I am astounded at her charismatic flair
She fills the porch with momentous beauty
For a mega instant, then she is gone
A fleeting look
Then butterfly disappears
Notoriously mystical and surreal
Was this a dream?
A spirit?
A treasured blink.
Went to the zoo today, saw a sign that read
“Do Not Feed The Animals” most animals dread
Getting skinnier by the day
Zoo keepers usually weigh
Not themselves ... the animals, you silly heads
Maintain my weight while sitting at a plateau
Never give up, just don my endurance chapeaux
It's getting easier
As I get skinnier
Can finally see my friendly glowing down below
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