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 Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:55 pm
This was a poem I wrote about bulima. Not sure how great it is. I don't write them often. But it's a hell of a lot easier to wrote "emo" poems opposed to happy[ish] one's unless you want to sound completely cheesy. Anyways:
What helps me survive destroys me inside,
A continuous battle day by day that will not go away,
Such is not a prevarication that can be denied,
Nothing hurts more than internal decay,
The mirror reveals only the truth, no lies.
Striving for that loney word
I hope you're qualified for goodbye's
Another one left unheard.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 2:02 pm
When you say: "What helps me survive destroys me inside," do you mean food destroys you mentally.
You did a real good job at captruing the emotion...I think. I've never been bulemic so i'm not that good of a judge at it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 6:22 pm
Wow I finally got a comment! ^_^
"What helps me survive destroys me inside" basically meant that food is a necessity to keep living but at the same time it's making my body fatter and destorying it. Obviously, in effect, that would be mentally deteriorating.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 3:26 pm
<.<
That reminds Gler of this picture...
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 2:41 pm
"Above white-water noise ... O_O GLER!! That's so mean!! (but really good ...)
It's a good poem, not bulimic, so I don't know the ins and outs of it, but it's got a good rhyming scheme and rhythm. … no one can hear my scream"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:02 am
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