Stress Eating & Starving
I have two pieces inside of me.
I have a vessel so empty that I can’t bear to eat.
Bones terrified of anything but skin clutching their framework.
A vacant map of carefully crafted dysmorphia that I can’t imagine feeding anything but self-taught lies.
I have a bursting body filled up until all I can do is feast.
Insides begging for all that they can eat.
A rib cage fighting to contain the craving to binge and explode.
I have two pieces, and neither is healthy or sure of itself.
I have two pieces I struggle to control, but neither make up a whole.
Stop Dividing
From a political point of view Democrats and Republicans.
From a racist point of view Lights and Darks.
From a childs point of view big and small.
From a professors point of view smart and challenged.
From a parents point of view sons and daughters.
From an employer point of view workers and clock burners.
From a hospital point of view insured or uninsured.
But.............From my Point of view "THERE IS NO DIVIDING"
"WE ARE ALL THE SAME, AND YOU ARE MY FAMILY NO MATTER YOUR COLOR, RACE, NATIONALITY, HERITAGE. WE ARE ONE!!!!"
There are two types.
There are two types of people in the world, you can tell them apart when they look at the sky.
The endless abyss that surrounds our Infinitesimal solar system is simply to large for any mind to comprehend. It reminds us that whatever happens on Earth, good or bad, the abyss doesn't care. It will continue on for eternity with or without us. That expanse of time stretching out before you has an effect.
So when you look into the abyss, and the abyss looks back into you, does it make you anxious? Do you worry about how small you are? Does it motivate you to strive to be remembered? Or does it fill you with peace? Do you feel like all your problems are suddenly very small also? Happy that no matter what we do, everything will carry on?
Which type are you?
Antipode
Haves and have-nots,
Champions and losers.
Heroes and noughts,
Abstainers and boozers.
Humorless and funny,
Diminutive and tall.
Melancholy and sunny,
Exciting and banal.
Inelegant and classy,
Brain-dead and astute.
Well-digesting and gassy,
Obtuse and acute.
Homely and attractive,
Putrid and fragrant.
Lively and inactive,
Restrained and flagrant.
Perceptive and moronic,
Bestowers and takers.
Religious and demonic,
Authentics and fakers.
Barbaric and civilized,
Preeminent and untitled.
Haphazard and organized,
Disenfranchised and entitled.
Slender and rotund,
Silent and loud.
Accepted and shunned,
Humble and proud.
Female and male,
Son and daughter.
Vibrant and pale,
Fire and water.
#poetry #rhyme #opposites #challenge
Division
One one side we have the rich and powerful.
On the other side is the poor and weak.
It's always been like that, that is, until the poor and weak tire of it all and scrimp and fight to become better than what they were until one day, they too, become the rich and powerful and a new crop of poor and weak develop.
It's a cycle - never-ending.