Poems About Eating Disorders Seeking Honest Critique
#EatingDisorder
manicwhirlwind
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
26th Dec 2018 10:23pm
poem by a recovering anorexic
Warning:
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
contains 72mg/100ml caffeine
not suitable for pregnant women,
children, infants,
or hollow-girls with empty stomachs
the heart feels funny
you can’t possibly think
of swallowing.
imagine invisible calories
running down your throat
liquid poison
rotting in your stomach
lingering taste of guilt
on your tongue
bones disappearing
they’re gone! they’re gone!
fleshy flesh everywhere:
am i now
that fat girl
sitting next you
on the underground?
think i don’t know ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
345 reads
3 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
13th Dec 2018 9:02pm
13th Dec 2018 9:02pm
Sonnet for the Sensible Eater
Fizzy sweets and creamy cakes,
red meats fried to give the very sky a stroke,
the angels clogged-up ventricles,
and God a struggled breath.
Bathe my soul in a wire basket,
French fries my down-y quilt.
Make me as fat as Medici, the last
of which would barely leave his bed,
too entertained by boys and food, food, food.
I’ll gorge myself on everything
the sensible despise.
Crispy bacon on white bread,
Battered fish between two jam doughnuts.
Better than sex. Not that a fatty would know.
red meats fried to give the very sky a stroke,
the angels clogged-up ventricles,
and God a struggled breath.
Bathe my soul in a wire basket,
French fries my down-y quilt.
Make me as fat as Medici, the last
of which would barely leave his bed,
too entertained by boys and food, food, food.
I’ll gorge myself on everything
the sensible despise.
Crispy bacon on white bread,
Battered fish between two jam doughnuts.
Better than sex. Not that a fatty would know.
#food
#EatingDisorder
388 reads
2 Comments
Matthias_Crossed
Poem Published
24th Nov 2018 5:28am
24th Nov 2018 5:28am
I have no interest
This parasite has taken over.
It controls my very being.
No longer the strong vessel I once was,
yet it still demands more.
more sacrifice,
more pain then I can endure.
I have given it everything.
My food,
My spare time in order to burn off calories that I no longer consume,
My health,
My life.
I have no interest in denying this parasite the things it wants though.
For I would be nowhere without it.
I would not know how to go on.
How am I going on?
I have lost so much weight that my clothes no...
It controls my very being.
No longer the strong vessel I once was,
yet it still demands more.
more sacrifice,
more pain then I can endure.
I have given it everything.
My food,
My spare time in order to burn off calories that I no longer consume,
My health,
My life.
I have no interest in denying this parasite the things it wants though.
For I would be nowhere without it.
I would not know how to go on.
How am I going on?
I have lost so much weight that my clothes no...
#secrets
#death
#EatingDisorder #sacrifice
#EatingDisorder #sacrifice
509 reads
0 Comments
exene
Sidney
Sidney
Poem Published
24th Nov 2018 1:59am
24th Nov 2018 1:59am
Steps to Happiness
1.wake up
2.eat
but not too much
don’t be a pig
3.do something
you’re not lazy
4.be with society
they can’t know what you feel
5.go home
6.don’t cry
forget it - cry
these are the steps in a day.
don’t forget to look happy,
or put on the mask so they won’t see
you’re dying
you’re dying
but why won’t anyone help?
“oh she’s just faking”
I’M NOT FAKING
they’re blinded by their own feelings
they don’t know what i feel
no one does
i’m alone ...
2.eat
but not too much
don’t be a pig
3.do something
you’re not lazy
4.be with society
they can’t know what you feel
5.go home
6.don’t cry
forget it - cry
these are the steps in a day.
don’t forget to look happy,
or put on the mask so they won’t see
you’re dying
you’re dying
but why won’t anyone help?
“oh she’s just faking”
I’M NOT FAKING
they’re blinded by their own feelings
they don’t know what i feel
no one does
i’m alone ...
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#EatingDisorder
#emptiness
398 reads
2 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
6th Nov 2018 5:50pm
6th Nov 2018 5:50pm
Talking Glass
be quiet, the glass is talking”
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
whispering reflection
I’m hungry for the truth
not ready to believe
what the mirror has to say to me
a broken masterpiece
a perfect storm
she told herself she was good enough
the mirror smiled
and told her otherwise
I can’t believe what I see
this human being
withered away
but not yet free
the mirror isn’t listening
maybe I’m the one
who’s dead inside
this mirror isn’t broken
I’m just me
and the mirror laughed
#sadness
#dark
#identity
#SelfReflection
#EatingDisorder
754 reads
3 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
16th Aug 2018 7:42am
16th Aug 2018 7:42am
Eating Cereal
2 am; eating cereal, in my underwear
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
& I wonder why I don’t own any mirrors
My shadow on the closet dances & looks thin
But when I turn off the lamp I’m left feeling my skin
Don’t tell me not to diet; that I need “more meat on these bones”
Because you don’t know the story behind my baggy clothes
And you can’t tell me when to feel pretty, or when to feel good
Until you lift up my blouse & can say that you would
#anxiety
#depression
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
594 reads
2 Comments
kilanti
Poem Published
26th Jul 2018 7:08am
26th Jul 2018 7:08am
One line
I hate that I hate hating myself.
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
492 reads
1 Comment
ZerotheHero000
Poem Published
11th Apr 2018 5:17am
11th Apr 2018 5:17am
The Daily Struggle
Weight.
It's a huge issue for me.
I was starved as a kid, so I ate too much when I could.
I went from skinny to overweight, and I've been fighting with my self image ever sense.
The fight is difficult, a little nagging voice bitching at me for eating a small snack.
But I make sure I eat and ignore the little voice.
It's something I have to struggle daily.
It's a huge issue for me.
I was starved as a kid, so I ate too much when I could.
I went from skinny to overweight, and I've been fighting with my self image ever sense.
The fight is difficult, a little nagging voice bitching at me for eating a small snack.
But I make sure I eat and ignore the little voice.
It's something I have to struggle daily.
#anxiety
#conflict
#LifeStruggles #EatingDisorder
#LifeStruggles #EatingDisorder
420 reads
3 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
11th Jan 2018 4:23pm
11th Jan 2018 4:23pm
Slim chance
Haunting famine you whisper quietly
deprivation a star quality
your limit to score and mark
to cut so deep to find relief
to leach away the little left
scorned, their tongues cut like thorns
society has turned the screw
self loathing measured in the mirrors stare
the world shakes it head but dosen`t care
eaten words a diet to an early death
Anorexia has no respect
deprivation a star quality
your limit to score and mark
to cut so deep to find relief
to leach away the little left
scorned, their tongues cut like thorns
society has turned the screw
self loathing measured in the mirrors stare
the world shakes it head but dosen`t care
eaten words a diet to an early death
Anorexia has no respect
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#EatingDisorder
569 reads
1 Comment
poetryaccident
Poem Published
12th Nov 2017 3:11am
12th Nov 2017 3:11am
I’m Released
By dream or dance I’m released
from a curse of hating self
dysmorphia lurking in the mind
escaped in sleep or by jig
either is a welcome break
there is no judgment that I face
from the self with decree
that shame is due in figure’s wake
in one world I’m beyond
the mortal coil of waking life
with the angles all too cruel
aped in mirrors I despise
the illusion denies my age
suspended in amber vision
denying what came before
perception’s verdict oh so kind
the other realm is...
from a curse of hating self
dysmorphia lurking in the mind
escaped in sleep or by jig
either is a welcome break
there is no judgment that I face
from the self with decree
that shame is due in figure’s wake
in one world I’m beyond
the mortal coil of waking life
with the angles all too cruel
aped in mirrors I despise
the illusion denies my age
suspended in amber vision
denying what came before
perception’s verdict oh so kind
the other realm is...
#anxiety
#dark
#shadows
#MentalHealth
#EatingDisorder
595 reads
2 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2017 9:24pm
22nd Oct 2017 9:24pm
Purging
I rip
from abreast
this heart
from my chest
splatter neatly
upon my
dinner table
feeling
and sensing
on a platter
left alone to
intermingle
bite off
some sorrow
chew up
your ventricles
let the teeth
of your thoughts
digest
judgments
abound
anxiously
gulp down
some refreshing
ethereal air
taste the
intuition
bitter upon
your tongue
where
languid moods
still linger
perceiving
hollowed out
purity ...
from abreast
this heart
from my chest
splatter neatly
upon my
dinner table
feeling
and sensing
on a platter
left alone to
intermingle
bite off
some sorrow
chew up
your ventricles
let the teeth
of your thoughts
digest
judgments
abound
anxiously
gulp down
some refreshing
ethereal air
taste the
intuition
bitter upon
your tongue
where
languid moods
still linger
perceiving
hollowed out
purity ...
#EatingDisorder
#anxiety
#identity
#misunderstood
#symbolism
1307 reads
32 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Oct 2017 10:35pm
20th Oct 2017 10:35pm
M'eat Me At Carni'Val
'carne' ~ (con chili?)
~ carnal ~ (knowledge?)
/ aye, Know no T h i n g /
~ carnivore ~ ( Eat Me, s w ee tH e a rt...pleas)
~ carney ~ th'classic con'con cheapthrill Con (?man?)
( like a Presi'dent like no other - ! no precedent ! )
~ carnage ~ meat me where the corpses lie (o'death)
( it's Only Natural )
[ and Only a sentient breath,
~...
~ carnal ~ (knowledge?)
/ aye, Know no T h i n g /
~ carnivore ~ ( Eat Me, s w ee tH e a rt...pleas)
~ carney ~ th'classic con'con cheapthrill Con (?man?)
( like a Presi'dent like no other - ! no precedent ! )
~ carnage ~ meat me where the corpses lie (o'death)
( it's Only Natural )
[ and Only a sentient breath,
~...
#depression
#food
#confessional
#confusion
#EatingDisorder
535 reads
4 Comments
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