makethemgroovy67

[makethemgroovy67]

here’s one of my many poems. i’m getting back into writing poetry because, i certainly believe that this my calling.

Ode to my soul

a great, philosophical ode to my soul in which the great dying art is my lesion. my tears are from limb to limb, gangling in the trenches and abyss that collects my awareness.

oh ode to my soul.

i was once told about great worldly figures, fortunes of pearl and great manners of escape from our poetic possessions.

piety, pity showed my soul and gave an ode to my heart and my life.

my ode, to this natural body and washing away mysterious causes.

the collapse of the new worldly order, rotten with egotistical green death.

we choose wisely and seek approval of applied consciously women, who’s brain contain tangled weeds and the mingling of curated voices.

ode to my soul, whisper of prayers-great eyes look upon the sky.

our great collapse, in a philosophical manner. retroactive matter is glazed upon our eyes.

ode to my soul.

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i seldomly welcome the foolishness that yearns for the right conditions to create mass destruction. we create this movie of brightly yellow cards, pictures speaking to to ears, eyes, and mouth. we sell the cards and tickets we grant the people who beckon forth, beg mercy on soul and body. the cackles breach forth, slimy hands that caress the utters of sweets and journey, we granted. we said at the most humble hour of our welcoming ceremony, we speak again. tongues lap in the glint of glass. enclosed in shatter glass from the martyrs. why should we chant??

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god, i js want to be skinny like jim

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in jim morrison we trust

in the doors we trust

in led zeppelin we trust

in quicksilver messenger service we trust

in creedence clearwater revival we trust

in ten years after we trust

in big brother and holding company we trust

we don’t trust bitches who leave you.

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she dropped me but, ima drop weight (this revenge for me, to hurt myself bc it hurts so much)

i’m ready for this glow up.

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“i’ll be respected when i’m skinny.”

lies upon lies, this weigh on my conscience because this is rather very untrue! you don’t gain that so called “respect” when the weight is coming off, shedding off. we aren’t lizards, we don’t morph into new skin. we stay in that putrid, rotting body and all people see, all they observe is a block.

you cannot be read, the sadness is so all consuming that our beings cannot decipher us, cannot fathom this person before them, the dead, somber eyes, looking at them.

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““Rock ‘n’ Roll is the sound of angels telling the truth.””

— Jim Morrison (via goddess1975)

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i hate how fat i’ve gotten.

u can see my roll, my double chin peeking when i do certain movements, my stomach fat, n ppl calling me heavy.

i HATE this.

i want to js lose it all but, the misery that i’ll be in will be so daunting n so depressing. id lose all my friends, lose everything i worked for n dreamed of. ik i wont have the energy to js live, ik that the hospital is waving at me if i go back. my therapist told me so.

but,

there’s this sick part of me that js wants to do it, im in romanticizing phase of an ed. the planning, seeing the beautiful beauty i’ll be in, how pretty i’ll look, n how even my outfits will look. it’s called phase 1. the last phase is like hell came down n personally greeted u, the hunger pangs, the emotional n physical exhaustion is like deadly ghost caressing u. and death, oh death. it’s there, the doors wide open for u and u can see it. see the works behind the door and all u can do is watch, watch with a numbness so grave that ur not petrified anymore, u js accept it.

do i want that again? maybe it’ll make me beautiful again.

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i literally let myself go, ever since i’ve been out the hospital i weigh more than before n ppl call me fat n heavy ☹️

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We have different priorities here clearly✨🤩

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now ik why i was quiet all these yrs.

once you show urself, the true colors that paint u. u have ppl tracking and bringing u down.

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bf doesn’t understand my anorexia problem

both friends bailed to go to the beach for the 3rd time

other friend laughed at me when i begged him to come w me

i can’t shit bc i’m not eating enough

i couldn’t eat the crumbl cookies my mom got me

my hands r going numb

physically hurts to get out of bed

life’s beautiful isn’t it. the one time i come back home everyone bails on me, can’t come bc of their parents, or never responds to me. 👍🏻

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my friends an extra small bro, i wanna kms.

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i’m back, im going back home to miami for roughly 3 weeks. i need to get my shit together frfr.

i’m eating 900-1000 cals per day

exercising is skating and when i’m not skating, i must complete 25,000 steps daily.

lock in lock in lock in y’all, summers here-no fatty activity.

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y’all he’s a yr younger than me but that’s ok yk he’s js gorg