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Macy Opsima Nov 2016
they said that my collarbones
was a fascinating sight,
my bones looks as if they're dying to escape
like how words fall from my mouth.
so i avoided things that could fill me
and satisfied myself with the feeling of hollow.
maybe the one can effortlessly lift me
as we kiss in the pouring rain
and i would never have to squeeze lemons
into a fabric again.
my bones will form a sharp edge
preventing people from hurting me again
and someday, i will feel safe.

although there would be nights
of scratching my skins and biting my lips
until i can taste again - a sense i havent used in days.
there would be pain from the center
i will cry but they will stay.
because people only likes to touch beautiful & frail things.
the more ethereal you look,
the more they'll handle you with care
and thats the saddest truth i learned.

i will continue to make myself look like a stick
so maybe people will stick with me.
b for short Oct 2016
I wonder what song
was playing in your head
when you suddenly realized
that you were dead.
Shim-sham', shakin' your way
right back into the universe.
And I’m trying, just trying
to follow your breadcrumbs.
© Bitsy Sanders, October 2016

Samhain, thin veil between spirit worlds.
I think I'll find you tonight.
maledimiele Sep 2016
Someone knocked on my door the other day
A woman I didn’t recognize
Long limps, tiny frame
Her eyes pierced right through me and it hurt
Her fingers were ice-cold when she touched me
Pushing me away to enter the room
She examined the kitchen, the sink, the fridge
And I could only wonder what she was looking for
For a second I thought that she might be hungry
But her lips were pressed so tightly together
That I forgot about it immediately
When she looked into the mirror she saw me standing right behind her
And in a state of both frustration and excitement
I kicked against the glass with my foot
And it was not the glass,
But the woman,
That broke.
Peter Balkus Sep 2016
Getting thinner and thinner
and skinner and *****
and gloomier and weaker,
unhappier and paler,
depressed more and crazier
and messed, death-obsessed
and stripped to the ribs 
and scarer and thinner
and lighter and paler,
less pretty, enslaved and
less happy, not happy,
Auschwitz-like, so horrid
self-killing, deploring,
and faker, unhappier
and skinner and broken
and scarer and scarer
and thinner and thinner
and thinner and thinner
and ghostler,
and death-like,
fibre-glassed,
dead thin,
dead,
inside and out.
Brianna Sep 2016
We rode the train across the country- just your hand in mine.
We drank coffee and fell asleep on shoulders- uncomfortably comfortable.
We watched the sunsets through glass windows huddled up together under blankets.
We read books and quietly fell in love with fictional characters who reminded us of better versions of us.
We smiled a lot and slept so little because for once our reality was better than our dreams.

"Through thick and thin." You said as we passed by the great Rocky Mountains.
"Forever and always." I said as we kissed at the station in New York.
Baylee Aug 2016
Like that old sweater
In the back of your closet,
You know the one I'm talking about;
It was your favorite,
You wore it all the time,
And it may not fit right anymore,
But you can't get rid of it,
Well, because it was your favorite
For all these years,
There are so many memories
Tied to that sweater.
And maybe not all of them are happy,
Or make you smile when you wear it,
But it hold the secrets and scars of your past,
So you have to keep it, naturally.
But every time you take that sweater
From the back of your closet to see
If it matches your outfit,
And you decide,
Maybe not today,
You see the faded color,
You see the memories,
And you know, just like your sweater,
You're wearing thin.
toots Aug 2016
The world was big.
Big enough to swallow her whole.

She kept telling herself
To always be aware,
So she don't become
a gone elf.

Careful..
She used to roam on her tippy-toes.
Too careful,
So she don't break the thin ice.

Afraid to fall, she was.

One day,
A guy stepped into her world,
Holding a lantern in his hand,
And a smile on his face.

He said
It's okay to fall,
I'll catch you.

How, then, she wondered.

He showed something to her,
Something peculiar,
Something strange;
Something so alien to her -

A grin.
A warm grin.

I'll be your polar bear.
I'll stay under the ice, if that means saving you.


Now the world is still big.
But not too big as then,
Because they both know
what they have is bigger.

He made her smile
and made her laugh, too.

One day, she said,
*Dude, I like you.
**THE END.**

And no, it's not about two "elves"

*it's about two penguins*  

lol nope ..I mean, I don't even know anymore - probably it's about two people?

Although a lantern-holding penguin might be cool yah?

okay I'll stop .
Maria Etre Jul 2016
I hate you
she screamed at the mirror
I hate every ounce of you
settling on my love handles

I hate you
she yelled
I hate how you redden my cheeks
with health

I hate you
she clawed at her reflection
I hate how I am not beautiful
the way beautiful is supposed to be

I fu$%ing hate you
as she clenched at her hip bones
I hate how they don't protrude
because that's pretty, right?

I abhor you
as she fell on her knees
wrapping her thighs with both hands
hoping they'd meet, or just touch

I hate you
for harboring calories
in my thighs and belly

I hate you
for making me feel
like an elephant in a room
full of boney barbies

I, don't know anymore
she cried
I am taking it out
at the one thing
that keeps me alive

I just know I hate you
Pretty girl Jun 2016
When you eat yourself fat it makes you lose your appetite
so you get a job and it makes you think too much
So then you "forget" to eat
My life changed forever the first time I skipped dinner
Now my stomach isn't growling
It's cheering me on
Come on girl this is a sign that you are strong
Do you want hip bones or food?
I want to hear people behind say "look how skinny she is"
Because all I hear is skinny
Forget the skittles and lollipops
We want to feel comfortable enough to go out in a tank top
I wake up and my head is light like a feather
I want to be picked up bride style
And it's embarrassing when you're too heavy
Think light thoughts
Like the wind and sun rays fluttering around the world
Leaves slowly falling from trees
We want Photoshop in real life
People ask "have you been eating?"
That's a sign its working
One day I won't have to **** in
Hollow is good
Less space to take up
Farah May 2016
I thought the world was big enough for me;
palms that hold the ocean together so
it doesn’t escape between locked fingers,
loveless wrists that drown in the abyss where
I occupy this space that isn’t mine.

I need to be less than I am to fit in between
bars,
so I can escape the prisons of this gruesome insanity
darling, stitch my bones together before
I collapse into scattered pieces
take away from the numbers and make them smaller
like my throbbing heart
and hide those starless veins where there’s no breath
and don’t forget to make a fortress out of my dying skin
for the birds no longer sing on delicate silk sheets
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