Exerting sweat, the sit-ups must continue.
Locked into a timeless dance; hopfully fast paced,
(It'll burn more calories)
Leaning into a new dimension
(This little diet to lose five pounds-
now a love affair involving starvation techniques and religious exersise practices)
5 am isn't too early to get up
(Not if you have 200 squats to do)
a controling half is over-ruleing
(everything I've ever known)
Sobbing as the internal verbal abuse contuinues
"Are you fucking blind? do you dont see all that pudge? you disgust me; no wonder no one loves you!"
"Now do you see why he left?"
"If your not willing to do the work why should I help you?"
"Dizziness is a part of the prosses; now move those feet!"
Falling down a long tunnel
(hopfully I wont splat on the ground)
I wont if I'm skinny enough
(that will never happen)
A contest entry
- Two years here. by Viva La Vie Boheme.
925 points, ended July 4, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
stupid, I hate it, worst shit I've written, but hopfully it gets my voice across the electrons of the internet...
Comments
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its not awful at all, it says so much and voices how so many people feel, i like it, it's so...true, well done
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No, it's not the worst you've ever written. It definately gets your voice across, and it echoes. I feel it. Thank you for entering.
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