Sometimes the world just needs a little reminder to show what it's made of.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
My self-portrait
i look into
the small dismal
bathroom mirror.
my reflection is sad.
tangled black hair
cheeks are blotted with tears
big clothes cover
my small matchstick body
my hazel eyes
are stinging red
my hands are shaking
my legs feel weak
i am sick
i am cold
i am alone.
this is how
i fall apart into
little bitty pieces.
this is how
i see myself.
the small dismal
bathroom mirror.
my reflection is sad.
tangled black hair
cheeks are blotted with tears
big clothes cover
my small matchstick body
my hazel eyes
are stinging red
my hands are shaking
my legs feel weak
i am sick
i am cold
i am alone.
this is how
i fall apart into
little bitty pieces.
this is how
i see myself.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Anorexic, maybe... idk
I need your thoughts. My parents think i'm too skinny, i think i'm too fat. I'm 19 and 118.0. What weight are you suppossed to be?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
.... Whatever
Sometimes it seems like nobody cares. I'm alone, and nobody wants to talk. I know i need help, i'm just scared. Someone help me. please. I need to know i'm wanted, and that i'm good enough to keep. It's just soo hard to keep the tears in sometimes, and i'm sick of faking my smiles. I'm not going to kill myself, i just need someone to talk to. Someone who understands.I can't handle this anymore. I don't want to be alone.
i was bored.
Planet Earth is Dying-
I'll protect you.
I promise.
they won't ever hurt you
i'll wrap my blood soaked arms
around your tree-less foundation.
your sickness spreads like wildfire.
the best cure: ignore it.
most people don't realize
don't see what's happening.
i'm getting nowhere.
but i promise,
i'll keep trying
until i grow old and die
or until you give up.
Planet Earth
from the deepest parts
of my own broken heart.
I love you. <3
I'll protect you.
I promise.
they won't ever hurt you
i'll wrap my blood soaked arms
around your tree-less foundation.
your sickness spreads like wildfire.
the best cure: ignore it.
most people don't realize
don't see what's happening.
i'm getting nowhere.
but i promise,
i'll keep trying
until i grow old and die
or until you give up.
Planet Earth
from the deepest parts
of my own broken heart.
I love you. <3
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Where I'm From
I am from pencils, from Maybelline and paint.
I am from the sunlight pouring through the windows.
I am from oak trees, the simple blades of grass, poking up from the ground.
I am from stockings on new years and short stature,
from Shawn and Nick and McFuzzies.
I am from the nerds and crazies.
From settle down and clean-it-up.
I am from the undecided path.
I'm from California and Ireland.
Chicken pot pie, and kool-aid.
From the stitches in my sisters forehead,
the slip-n-slide,
and the ideas of my cartoonist father.
I am from the deep bowls of my mothers closet,
where all my memories are,
stacked high on a
dusty shelf.
I am from the sunlight pouring through the windows.
I am from oak trees, the simple blades of grass, poking up from the ground.
I am from stockings on new years and short stature,
from Shawn and Nick and McFuzzies.
I am from the nerds and crazies.
From settle down and clean-it-up.
I am from the undecided path.
I'm from California and Ireland.
Chicken pot pie, and kool-aid.
From the stitches in my sisters forehead,
the slip-n-slide,
and the ideas of my cartoonist father.
I am from the deep bowls of my mothers closet,
where all my memories are,
stacked high on a
dusty shelf.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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