Rains of What Could Have BeenOnce upon a time there was a girl She didn't have her head in the clouds Or her feet on the ground She floated in the Somewhere in BetweenRains of What Could Have Been
Her thoughts were as cataclysmic as the veins in butterfly wings Not always ground breaking but precious They were worth paper and ink
She could creep close to hidden things Because she floated in Between And draw them close
She could cherish such things
Once upon a time There was a boy He followed frog trails And hummed to newborn tales
He could paint a secret still He could make th
The Perfectionisit's DisorderDeny the urge, girl, Beat it back. You don't need those calories. Pick up the slack.The Perfectionisit's Disorder
No, you're not hungry, You stupid cow You're just so fat! Fix it now!
A few more laps, Skip another meal. We'll reach our dream, girl. We'll make it real.
No, you're not tired, You don't feel weak, You'll be perfect soon, No need to eat.
It doesn't matter If they say you're thin. They're all just liars. (A few more pounds till we win)
Sure, the scale's dropped down, But not nearly enough. You be
Anafashion magazines scattered across the floor,Ana
along with razorblades and brutalized gore,
broken mirrors and shattered tears,
it's far worse than it appears.
ana, you're breaking,
watch the steps you're taking,
see the choices you're making,
and open your eyes.
ana, you're dying.
we can see through your compulsive lying,
there's no need for so much crying,
let your true self arise.
self-infliction, and drug addiction,
is this what you call perfection?
starving for affection, take a look at your reflection,
it's far wor
thriving for perfection.thriving for perfection.thriving for perfection.
you look in the mirror, what do you see? you see failure and disappointment. and tears, tears streaming down your face.
you look in a magazine, what do you see? you see perfection. you see beauty, striking beauty on runway models.
dear diary, i'll do anything to be beautiful. i'll stop eating. i'll starve until i'm emaciated and thin. just watch me.
where's the food on your plate, child? and that smile you always had on your face? i see you're always on the scale. are you addicted? pl
| So I'm ElectraMuffins, obviously. While speaking to TC about the name, the question came up. "Why not?" Exactly. Why not? Anything is possible and doesn't necessarily need explanations. You know the truth, so hold on to it. Who cares? Anyway, i really like writing as a pastime, i'll write here once in a while, if i get really into it. I write pretty much all kinds of things in all genres. Poems, short stories, whatever. |
Today.
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"Ah, love. Love is at the root of every conflict. To say I am incapable of love is a compliment." -Saint Dane
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"I try not to let my schooling interfere with my education."
-Mark Twain
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Band geek and proud of it!
(Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?)
All those who believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.
Smile, and the world will smile with you. Laugh and they'll all think you're on drugs.
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