Anorexia.
Beautiful girl in a beautiful world
But beauty was not what she saw
She stared at her reflection endlessly
She wanted perfection
Instead, she just fell
She didnt eat breakfast
Nor lunch or a snack
Three bites at dinner
I dont feel well, she lies
Two days without food
Three days
Four
She starts to feel weak
When an ad comes on
Societys way of whispering impossible expectations
Expectations she must meet
She feels dizzy and tired
But she feels its all worth it
When shes told by her friends
How much weight shes lost
She prides herself
On how thin she looks
One month
Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
"Summertime (Lovin' In The Summertime) - Lyrics"
It's Summertime and you know what that means.
Gonna head down to the beach and do some beachy things.
It's Summertime, it feels just right.
Gonna gather all my friends and we'll party through the night.
It's Summertime luh-uh-loving.
It's loving in the Summertime. (It's Summertime!)
It's Summertime luh-uh-loving.
My baby, why can't you be mine?
It's Summertime and I just can't wait.
Gonna call you on the phone, gonna take you on a date.
It's Summertime and I hope you like steak.
Gonna take you to a restaurant, gonna eat enough till late.
It's Summertime luh-uh-loving.
It's loving
Zanpakutō Name: Yūrei (Ghost)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Yūrei, the fearsome blade of the Kenpachi, has a dark reputation. The rumors around it always speak of its raw power: the destructive past, present, and future that it seems to embody. Outside of Chūsei, the legendary Zanpakutō of Harotaissen Tsuribakki, this particular weapon is considered to be the most spectacular blade in the Gotei 13. And such compliments are not given lightly; dozens of scholars have studied the spiritual power, abilities, and history of the weapon, writing veritable encyclopedias on its every intricacy and nuance. The fact that its powe
There was an old saying, that love was the very best thing that could ever happen to someone and the very worst. Bobble, otherwise known as Phineas T. Kettletree, Esquire, could honestly say that certainly applied to him. In the tinker fairy's own words, love was as sweet as the first spring rose, yet as sharp as the bitter sting of an angry bee.
Bobble had never exactly been a hit with women. He was tall, gawky, and gangling, with twig-like limbs, and thick chestnut hair that always stood up in different directions, despite his innumerable efforts to tame it. And he always went around wearing a pair of dewdrop glasses that made his eye
Elsa and Jack: A tale of two Winters by Omnipotrent, literature
Literature
Elsa and Jack: A tale of two Winters
A tale of Two Winters
Chapter 1
"More water, more water!" Edger cried as he cradled their baby jack. "he's burning up!"
His wife Gertrude rushed what water wasn't frozen in a pot to her husband who quickly plunged the rag into it and placed it on their toddlers head.
Gertrude gripped her swollen belly getting her balance after rushing over. Edger looked helplessly from his twin children, to his pregnant wife.
"Darling!" he cried.
"I'm fine dear...I'm fine.." Gertrude said regaining her balance.
Their little baby Jack coughed, squirmed then calmed again. "Thank goodness..." he breathed out.
"Is he breathing better...?" his wife aske
"I don't want to eat" I say, looking at her face.
My voice is so quiet now, she just hands me the plate.
When I don't take it she asks me to repeat.
So I say with more volume "I don't want to eat".
I stand up to leave but she grabs my arm.
She says I must be hungry and I am, I am.
But I tell her I'm not and rush upstairs.
She shouts "You have to eat" but I just don't care.
I stand in front of a mirror, my body makes me sick.
I wish I was a 'magazine-girl' beautifully thin as a stick.
But I'm so horribly fat, and I'm so disgustingly huge.
I can't bear to look at myself or stand the sight of food.
I wake up one day, and I'm too weak