Description: haha yea i final did something with that set of lines
until i'm bitter -------------------------------------------
This is my signature disease
My soul is starving
But my heart is bulimic
Binge and purge until I’m bitter
Until I’m better
I pull myself together
Crawl across the tile
Away from the porcine gods I pray to
I turned caffeine into religion
Because I was too sick to sleep
But now I can’t wake up
Binge and purge until I’m better
Can you tell?
My soul is starving
But my heart is bulimic
I hate it when they tell me I’m pretty
Because there’s so much ugly inside
Always wanting to be better
Great poem, you are an amazing writer and it's good to find someone who knows what the monster inside all of us is like. Like how do we tame it? Can it be tamed? No it can't but it can be leashed, but it must be faced and beaten, so our evil sides can be oversome, but it is ard so let us both wish the other blessings in doing so, in facing our evil sides and may God give us the strength to defeat them. Now I am not preaching you and I do not really want ot offend you with my faith but it is part of who i am. So I can't apologze for believing it but I can if it is too harsh.
I swore I commented this- but lo and behold: no comment from me! Boooooo!!! -I know I read it before...
"Binge and purge until I’m bitter, until I’m better" -Oh, the many ways I love this line!!! Let me count them; One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand... etc...
"I hate it when they tell me I’m pretty because there’s so much ugly inside..." *hugggs* Damn, this is a powerful piece... Way to go for you!!!
Just hard-core awesome!
I love the single line start and end you used here, too.
You got a lot of comments on this one- rock on!
You're so pretty! Oh, wait!!! I'm not susposed to say that!!! Ahhhh, ummmmmmmmmmm... You're so... ... ... well-dressed?
this was a very well writien poem.
i cant explain it bet for somereason i felt
little like u were finding urself....not the words i wanted but still i like it
I love this Writing To Death,
it leaves me gasping.
such a place for Dark Beauty and Depression
everyword is so formatted into Precision of on going words.
The Part that catches me the most, is when you talked about caffiene being a religion.
made me smile...
fav. addiction.
"I pull myself together
Crawl across the tile
Away from the porcine gods I pray to
I turned caffeine into religion
Because I was too sick to sleep
But now I can’t wake up"
Now that is [censored] powereful. And completely relatable. Been there done that sort of thing.
Hell yeah, keep it up, and Rock the [censored] on.
You show alot of yourself in this. i don't know you that well, but this still moves me. I would like to make sort of a spin off this poem would that be okay if i could quote the whole "my soul is starving, but my heart is bullimic" type thing, i like that line it has a ring to me. I hope you feel you can feel better after awhile.
i loved this for the sickest reasons which i wont disclose to you because you are a stranger.. har har. but the important thing is that i loved it.. or thats whats important to me. perhaps not to you since you dont know me so why should it matter? but if it does then im glad and if not oh well.
my heart's anorexic. it's starving itself to death in this world. i enjoyed this piece quite a bit. inner strggles breed a fever and a coldness that only the winter knows as love...
I really like this poem. The very first section is my favourite. i love how you've used bulimia to describe how you feel about your heart. it works very well. I also really like the play on words, with bitter and better. there is a lot of emotion in this piece, well done. You seem really good at reaching into yourself and finding something in the form of words. that is very hard to do.
Submission Name: until i'm bitter
