Plush pine green pads my
overfed under worked
behind
short distinguished
chortles force
pass my $18 a tube
plumping gloss covered lips
Whine yuppies
Cry yuppies
over this
spilling from dead carcass
pink like my neon fingertips oooh I done em pretty just for you
what once was life
now is coating the inside
of your spoiled intestines
caged : black and white beauty
starved: mommy's little cutie (sound familiar yuppy?)
skinned: taken alive brutalized
chopped: buried in stomach heaven
eat your foul meat
yuppy
Too Raw- he says
Too much Blood- he says
I like to pretend
because blindfolds work
While your stabbing your steak
miss
hit an artery in your leg instead
Documentary time
force yuppy
to see
three little letters
while he devours his beef
HIV
"One child dies every minute"
choke
throttle
choke
throttle
choke
oh is your suit too small yuppy
you've been eating too much dead cow
yuppy
Armed in Armani
I prance prettily
as yuppy dumps his leftover pumpkin pie
every
3.6 seconds someone starves to death
and I wish I was anorexic
decked out like Ashley Olsen
paid like Jennifer Aniston
fucked like Paris Hilton
God, idolized like Marilyn Monroe
I preach
I criticize
I claw your thighs
Pay attention to me idiot
start screaming look at the world
through those starving HIV ridden children's eyes
late at night
I lie awake
thinking of all the cake
I should have puked
I'm a moronic hypocrite
overfed under worked
behind
short distinguished
chortles force
pass my $18 a tube
plumping gloss covered lips
Whine yuppies
Cry yuppies
over this
spilling from dead carcass
pink like my neon fingertips oooh I done em pretty just for you
what once was life
now is coating the inside
of your spoiled intestines
caged : black and white beauty
starved: mommy's little cutie (sound familiar yuppy?)
skinned: taken alive brutalized
chopped: buried in stomach heaven
eat your foul meat
yuppy
Too Raw- he says
Too much Blood- he says
I like to pretend
because blindfolds work
While your stabbing your steak
miss
hit an artery in your leg instead
Documentary time
force yuppy
to see
three little letters
while he devours his beef
HIV
"One child dies every minute"
choke
throttle
choke
throttle
choke
oh is your suit too small yuppy
you've been eating too much dead cow
yuppy
Armed in Armani
I prance prettily
as yuppy dumps his leftover pumpkin pie
every
3.6 seconds someone starves to death
and I wish I was anorexic
decked out like Ashley Olsen
paid like Jennifer Aniston
fucked like Paris Hilton
God, idolized like Marilyn Monroe
I preach
I criticize
I claw your thighs
Pay attention to me idiot
start screaming look at the world
through those starving HIV ridden children's eyes
late at night
I lie awake
thinking of all the cake
I should have puked
I'm a moronic hypocrite
A contest entry
- Anger (Mis)Management by breedluv.
1400 points, ended August 19, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Favorites (Invite Only) by Lj-.
600 points, ended August 29, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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whoa
"because blindfolds work"
this is so good! -
I like how bitter this feels.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck!
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Congrats on winning the gold with this wonderful piece.


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excellent
Aww, wow. This was so deserving of gold. Such a great job. Congratulations.

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I'm not sure what to make of this; it is startling in it's intensity. Disjointed, yes, but I feel this is deliberate. I almost feel it is like a rough first draft, waiting for refinement. However, that refinement might make it lose its edge. I'm going to come back and look at this again. Good write!


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Hello.
A raw write, which does convey the anger of the writer, as well as valid observations on some points. There are some very sarcastic lines in here, which I do like, as well as a moralistic stance which obviously fuels the writers hand, and it is understandable. However it takes a person of character to look at themselves with the same harsh eyes, and note the lack of contrast. This write is appealing to my polemic nature, but I will have to decline, a comment box is hardly the place, hahhah. I wish you well in the contests you are in, and can also understand why you decided to enter this in the Anger (Mis)Management contest, hahaha.
My regards.

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Wow, this is a trip, more fun than popping bubble wrap and certainly more satisfying. I had to read it three times, sheer brilliance young lady and my favorites list just grew to 113.



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I really loved your flow and passion. Taunting those you see as gluttons and then hating yourself. Vivid imagry. Brilliant Self loathing. You don't eat meat, so you want to "puke" cake. Something decadent. I loved it


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Wow, what an emotional toll this poem inflicts upon yourself. I often find myself thinking of other peoples' troubles also because I need to remind myself that I don't have it all that bad. Sometimes we need to stop thinking about things and start acting on the impulses that drive us to be different. Beautiful poem, boy oh boy I indulged in every last word.


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wow i love the way its all over the shot yet contans structure this is great this should win the contests its original and their is just so much going on in this in terms of poetic devices.... im stuck for words wow im glad i read this it has truely blown me away, and i know for sure it will others


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Going for anger? Won you at least a silver (I mean, in my make-believe contest...). This had so much irony and passion. Powerful sentiment too; we all struggle with moments and possibly shades of hypocrisy (and are even 'morons' sometimes). Strong lines right here: "caged : black and white beauty
starved: mommy's little cutie (sound familiar yuppy?)
skinned: taken alive brutalized
chopped: buried in stomach heaven"... wow. I think you succeeded in driving your point home for sure. Very interesting style too..

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its gripping to a certain point. and the sounds almost overshadow the message. something, and this is why ive been hesitant to comment on a couple of your poems so far, feels a little off about it. i think its just a little overwhelming, all of the alliteration and the fusing of the message youre trying to make into it. and how every syllable punches. it may just be a stylistic thing that im not overly fond of.
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hard-to the core
Yeah, and I ain't just whistling dixie lady.

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Much food for thought here...
Or, thought for food?!!?
Anyway, this is absolutely brilliant, young lady!!!
Good luck in both contests, you have a winner here!!!
As well as opened the mind of the sky and lit up the universe with raw intelligence oozing from your muse's rich and surrealistic pores of knowledge...
Write on, shine on, Poetess!!! 


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wow
i lack the words to explain your art...i love how you make it seem so brutal yet so delicate 5/5=]

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Incredible!!!!!!!!
Dude....this is something like you would see in some sick-ass movie or God-forbid real life with someone....DAMN, man...I see the relation of prostitute and virtue...damn, man.....kind of like the freakin' movie "Monster"...she was a prostitute, but killed all those dudes...but had certain reasons sometimes....damn....you have a VERY POWERFUL piece here, man...this ROCKS!!!!

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you use such good phrases in this, "over fed under worked behind", and
"oh is your suit too small yuppy you've been eating too much dead cow yuppy".
your style reminds me a little of E E Cummings, but less optimistic about people and things being quintessentially good
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Wow. Such raw emotion and thoughts that have run through everyone's mind... well maybe not everyone.. but I've thought these things before. Thanks for your comment on my work. Greatly appreciated. You are a true poet. Your words flow down the page so gracefully.
Well done,
Chin up,
Swim.x

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So powerful, all that emotion exploding in each line. You made it all come to the forefront. This is supremely good! I loved every word of it!
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wow this was amazing
i love the way you wrote and i was captivated the whole way through
the imagery & emotions in this is great!!
it's also a very unique piece with lots of creativity
lots of luck in the contest
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I'd have to agree; your anger comes through in this piece in a very profound way. I've often thought thoughts like this, wishing I were anorexic, despite how bad it is for our bodies. It happens to the best of us.
'caged : black and white beauty'
'chopped: buried in stomach heaven'
I loved these lines very much they are my favorite ones.

(btw- you miss-spelled hypocrite in the last line of your poem :3)

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You definately displayed anger in this piece. I love the fact that you touched on some real life issues. Best of luck in the contest.


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Boy get angry and do it prettily on all the yuppies who ever starved themselves or screwed themselves silly..Yep this is something I can get my teeth into and I liked the fact you brought facts into the whole rant. Makes it more in your face and real, and this is real poetry, a real rant. Loved it!
Love, C P.S Why are you not on my Favs? Going to rectify that right now.


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I'm very sure bulimic behavior is a the main effect of the preservatives that replace the food (for thought)
annorexia, like depression is a spiritual disease that
no religion can heal because religion itself (like any fashion) is a preservative.


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