I am almost thirty

I am the universe. so are we all.

feel more connected to everything

as the years pass. it makes me

wonder about death. that maybe it’s just

becoming a part of all that surrounds us.

I am a philosopher in my old age.

I eat. have always worried about my weight;

don’t know that will ever change, but I’m consciously

trying to get along ( Read more... )

I am twenty-five

I am a galaxy

collecting people to me

have met stars on stage who have been

stars in bed and I’m having

so much fun with it I think I’m leaking joy.

I eat healthier, except when I don’t.

I exercise, except when I don’t.

still think I look better than I did in my teens

have come to appreciate my softness and stretch marks

except when I don’ ( Read more... )

I am twenty

I am a nebula

so much is forming around me

in spite of me; because of me.

I made a daughter out of stardust and hydrogen

I revolve around her

I eat too much or not enough

a fat anorexic

diet pills solve everything, until they don’t

a shocking realization,

boys want me.

I give myself to them.

I fear failing this tiny,

perfect child

fear it is too ( Read more... )

See explanation in today's first post.

I am fifteen

I am a super nova

a dying star

the best days of my life are behind me.

I eat too much

always

but mostly in the stretch of night hours

can’t sleep only comes

once the sun is serious about staying up.

then I crash on the couch while life buzzes around me.

I’m safe this way.

I’ve fallen apart recently

two ( Read more... )

See explanation in previous post.

I am ten

I am a black hole.

I am desperately trying to be liked and cool.

Nothing ever works out quite right.

I’m too fat. My perm looks like my mother’s friend

did it in her kitchen.

she did.

I can never pull together a style.

anytime I think I look good,

I go to school and realize I’ve been fooling myself.

I eat what ( Read more... )

So I started this writing...prompt, let's say...in which I write a poem for every five years of my life. Starting with five, ending with almost 30. They're all supposed to be similar in content, but, obviously, different because there is such a huge change in myself between each of these ages. It was just a passing idea, but now it's definitely ( Read more... )

dear mommy,

remember when you got me that expensive doll?

I was four. maybe five.

And remember how a beauty

mark was penned on her face.

dark blue ink, between nose and lips

the same as mine

you said,

this is why I don’t can’t get you nice things.

you ruin them.

and spirited away my favorite doll

to languish in a closet

punishing the both of us.

I tried to ( Read more... )

Crystal admitted, unabashed, when her son

frustrated her, she imagined

punching her baby boy in the face

watching it crumple around her fist

a kind of sick joy

I couldn’t imagine

until now

the constant demands of toddlers

chubby, clumsy fingers

tantrums and ever-overflowing diapers

those were the glory years

it is when they somehow become

too old to be ( Read more... )

[in response to this]

yeah, I did it.

threw my baby brother across the room

watched his months old body convulse

go still

so quiet

maybe the first time I’ve heard myself think

in all my twelve years

I couldn’t take it anymore

so many grubby faces, black-rimmed fingernails

clutching at my jeans

being the oldest of ten is like being

swallowed by an anthill

( Read more... )

I watched a movie to keep me company last night. To lull me to sleep in the absence of my boyfriend's snoring. It's the little things you miss. The movie is called Perfume. Has anyone here seen it? My sister let me borrow it hella months ago, and I just got around to watching it. And, my friends, I do not exaggerate when I tell you it is poetry. ( Read more... )