Eating Disorders Something Fishy Website
Eating Disorders Something Fishy Website
Buy Fishy Stuff and Show Support

Sitemap
CDRom Now Available
Back Home

.com.org.com
<img src="../flash/menu_14.gif" alt="Clickable Image" usemap="#menu_14"></a>

CommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentCommentComment
Poetry :: Articles :: Caron
 
In Their Words

All poems that appear have been submitted and reprinted with the permission of the authors. Copyrights are retained by the original authors and you must contact them for permission to reprint. If you have a poem you'd like to submit yourself please send it to [email protected]


Between Life and Death
by: Kyah

I am standing on the rocky edge of life
I know the daring rolling waves will crash unto my crumbling ledge.
My limp body will tumble and fall like a rag doll: waiting.
Waiting for the ocean to suck me under, to smother my breath.

I am standing on the thin line of myself and nothingness, life and death.
My heart is of lead, my mind of poison.
Each day passes, I go unnoticed in a busy world.
My words, so useless, my voice, a petty distraction.
My memories blur in an endless mesh,
Names I cannot recall, special moments I cannot trace back.
Did someone call my name?
No, no, it was just the whistling wind, teasing me as usual.

There is an end of the universe and I am floating above it,
Waiting to Disappear
I am neither good, nor bad.
I receive not a scowl, nor praise.
A girl flicks a smile my way, but a loud, obnoxious girl
Tromping her boots behind me is the receiver of such a treasure.

Can anyone see me?

The days turn into nights.
Streaming from my eyes are endless trails of dried tears.
My head screams and sobs, though not a sound passes over my lips.
My heart pounds at my rib cage,
Beating at it as though trying to escape my body,
To leave my worthless soul.
Food, a life giving essence, I dare not eat.
I push my food around my plate
As if the plate was a clock and I was trying to turn back the time,
To a complete standstill.
A standstill: To get up and leave, to Disappear
A standstill: When I Disappear beneath the hungry, rolling waves

©2000 Kyah Hollen. Reprinted with Permission.

back to Poetry Index




back to top
Back Home

:: back home :: The Something Fishy Website on Eating Disorders is the property of and copyrighted to Something Fishy Music & Publishing. All rights reserved. Read the legal stuff and our privacy policy, who we are, and thank you's. To get authorization for reproduction, in part or in whole, for print or electronic media, you must get permission.


continue to the next site
Mirror Mirror about EDSA Something Fishy