ED contest

  • Jenni Marie
    14 years ago

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~WINNERS AT BOTTOM~~~~~~~~~~

  • Krista
    14 years ago

    Picture Perfect.

    I can't go to the beach with you,
    that bikini is still ever so small.
    I have to reach the wanted image,
    perfection oozing from my pores.
    (I can't escape this hell..)

    Will I ever be skinny enough,
    thin enough to satisfy myself?
    They say the camera adds 10 pounds,
    yet 10 pounds is adding too much.
    (Stop me before I fall..)

    No, I can't go to lunch with you,
    that skirt fits much too tight.
    I'm sorry I keep rejecting you,
    it just hurts too much to eat.
    (I'll never be picture perfect..)

  • Good Enough
    14 years ago

    Bleed Your Lullaby (ED)

    A thousand times
    My heart bleeds your lullaby
    Pain, such a tortuous task
    Beat me, bruise me
    Your words are like arrows
    Into my Achilles heal

    Your words of love
    Make me believe they're true
    With false tense of lyrics
    That sang your sullen lullaby
    Wish me goodnight once more
    To my tears from my heart

    Your hands on my body
    They make me feel disgusted
    As your humming desires
    Cut me open once more
    Bleeding deeply inside
    I still feel you inside me

    Your burning whispers
    I've fallen into your grasp
    And I'm withering away
    Your desire to keep me thin
    Leaves you, my Anna
    Singing melodies of torture

    Don't eat
    Don't eat

  • Colby
    14 years ago

    Decaying slowly
    Flesh is gone
    Bone exposed
    Locked in my tomb
    Forever night
    Searching
    For my soul
    Never
    To be found
    Looking for heaven
    Trapped in hell
    A skeleton
    Far from dead
    Further from life

  • Hallo A Lilium
    14 years ago

    Title: The Failing's In Society's Image.
    Written By: FeignOctober

    Swimsuit terrors inside these eyes
    Emotional windows reserve lies
    Desecration of one's mind
    Tales of the anonymously blind

    Beauty portrays the media deceivers report
    Make an appointment with life abort resort
    Hidden beyond deaths slowly ascending door
    Acceptance in a world that we only abhor

    Food looks unappetizing with its splendor
    People unlike us go for seconds or more
    Hollow cheeks and no muscles to speak for
    Angels knock on our stomachs empty floor

    Futile efforts to lose nonexistent weight
    We sit at the table but don't fill a dinner plate
    The turmoil within us shows no respite
    The mirrors show obesity to our utmost contrite

    The demon commercials on earth repose their symphonies
    A beautiful person deranged from false epiphanies
    Rejected at any size in society's cruel picture book
    Labeled now as anorexics because our pride the magazines took.

  • Poet on the Piano
    14 years ago

    Obsessed~Retourne

    I can still hear them whispering,
    Everyone thinks I'm paranoid,
    But I'm only being cautious,
    Careful of so much of my life.

    Everyone thinks I'm paranoid,
    Too tormented by the numbers,
    My reflection in the mirror,
    Puts me to shame when I observe.

    But I'm only being cautious,
    Staying healthy and eating less,
    Still I gain and more people stare,
    Distress has dominated thoughts.

    Careful of so much of my life,
    What people think affects me most,
    I don't have that perfect body,
    Like all the skinny models do.

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    A Retourne is a French poetry form that consists of four quatrains (four-line stanzas), with each line having eight syllables. The trick is though that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's fourth line is the fourth stanza's first. Retournes can but do not have to rhyme.

  • Nobodys Hero
    14 years ago

    Framed Insanity

    Framing all my imperfections
    The mirror mocks my soul,
    Trapped inside this hideous flesh
    This girl no longer whole

    If I make my insides pour
    To continue this sickened fight,
    A sculpture to behold I'd be
    A beauty within the light

    Where now lies the splendour
    In a hollow vacant shell,
    Gouging forever at my soul
    Damming myself to this hell

    Sanity knows not my name
    For this monster I've become,
    Obsessed with moronic fashions
    Too late now the damage is done

    This sickness is a constant shadow
    A fruitless battle I cannot win,
    Forever will I fade away?
    For one day Mirror I will be thin

  • Jenni Marie
    14 years ago

    Sorry for the delay in results, life has been pretty hectic lately! Anyway:

    1st place: Nobodys Hero- 5 comments

    2nd place: A Phine To Sour Skittles-4 comments

    Everyone else will recieve one comment on a poem of their choice.

    Please PM me your titles.