Why the hell are we controlled by the number on the scale or the number we see when we wrap the measuring tape around our arm. Or even the way a size large will fit too snugly in a large shirt at hot topic small shirt will drown us in fabric at Torrid.I just don't get it. Like I feel it, I know the way it feels when a pair of size 9 jeans fits loosely from one company and a size 11 is small with the same pair made by another company. But we care so much about those stupid visible numbers when we barely pay attention to the ones we don't see. the ones in our blood. It's like people don't give a shit about how long they live as long as they can
I want to be your daughter
The baby girl you wanted so badly
But you painted yourself a picture of your child
And Mom, that's just not me
I want to be who you want
But I just can't fit the mold
And whenever try to explain myself
You become embarassed of me
You want me in university
And I want to be in army green
You throw me bribery
With everything except what I really want
I know that I'm opting for a harder life
I know I'm painting over your picture
As well as breaking your mold
And I wish I had a sister to be the daughter that you want
All in all
I'm happy with myself
And I want you to be proud of me
When I am sworn in
I have one goa
Holocaust Ceremony by fellforthesharks, literature
Literature
Holocaust Ceremony
I stand in a community
Of strangers
And comrades
Wearing army green
For an army
That protects a precious people
Who were prosecuted in the past
As we remember
Six million of our own
and six million like us
And try to perceive
What six million is
Now we are strong
And we are protected
But we are still surrounded
By sirens
And missiles
And enemies
Because we are Jews
Standing strong
In uniform
The Shoah
6 million Jews
Perishing needlessly
In train cars
Camps
Ovens
Surgery tables
Lined up
Naked
One by one
Skin stretched over bones
Bags under eyes would be purple
But the skin cannot find color
After working in the cold all day
Jews have a nation
And once a year
We sound the sirens for those who perished in the camps
On their way
Beaten in their own towns
One night a year
We begin to commemorate our people
Who we lost
Sharing the lineage of Abraham and Sarah
Yet during that service
We recall stories of the fallen
Say a kaddish for the fallen Jews
A missile still falls
In the negev
As another attempt
To wipe Jews out
As You Throw Yourself onto your Sword by fellforthesharks, literature
Literature
As You Throw Yourself onto your Sword
Suicide
Is not supposed to happen
In real life
Romeo and Juliet
Is a work of fiction
And studied by children and adults
Who cannot understand what suicide is
Saul threw himself on his sword
And Ahithopel with the rope
Around his neck
Jonah begged for death
Although humans cannot escape death's grasp
He wanted it too soon
We say do not kill
Yet men born of Jewish mothers
Still find themselves
Succeeding in Jonah's wish
When he took me out to dinner
And said
"I'm disowning you for your bat-mitzvah"
I was left to hate him for years
And even though we've made peace
Some parts of me can't forget
When I got that first call
"Your uncle is dead.
He hung himself
We found him
It's our fault"
I was left to pick up the pieces
and hate him so much for what he did to me
I kept his parents
My grandparents sane
So they could move forward
Although they cannot ever move on
When he who I loved
told me that he swallowed a handful of pills
I was terrified
But too in love to be mad
Now that he is gone
I've had the time for anger to set in
And enough time t
I know when not to get involved
And I know when to give up
But when four years have built this friendship
I've found myself stuck
You call yourself my best friend
But I cannot keep it in the back of my mind
That you also call them your friends
When they write of wanting to injure me
I held down my end of the deal
And ceased contact
Then I was told by a friend
People wanted to physically hurt me
So I know you're stuck between two worlds
But in the end he will be there for you
And I will not
Because I know when to walk away
When I'm in Israel next year
With a gun on my back
And beret on my shoulder
Maybe you will forget me
While I'm in this
For some reason
I haven't been able
To weave my words
Into the art of poetry
I think it is because
My emotions were lost in a high tide
And now that the low tide has taken over
I'm left to wade
My emotions towards people have changed
And they've been suppressed
Which is good
Because I'm finally indifferent
To the thoughts that used to hurt my head
My outlet is this country
And walking to town is beautiful
On Jerusalem stone so ancient
And gold under the streetlights
While my friends pass a hookah
And lightly make fun of me
For not smoking at all
While they talk about their love for Israel
Minutes away from the kotel
Over their beers
And
Why the hell are we controlled by the number on the scale or the number we see when we wrap the measuring tape around our arm. Or even the way a size large will fit too snugly in a large shirt at hot topic small shirt will drown us in fabric at Torrid.I just don't get it. Like I feel it, I know the way it feels when a pair of size 9 jeans fits loosely from one company and a size 11 is small with the same pair made by another company. But we care so much about those stupid visible numbers when we barely pay attention to the ones we don't see. the ones in our blood. It's like people don't give a shit about how long they live as long as they can
I want to be your daughter
The baby girl you wanted so badly
But you painted yourself a picture of your child
And Mom, that's just not me
I want to be who you want
But I just can't fit the mold
And whenever try to explain myself
You become embarassed of me
You want me in university
And I want to be in army green
You throw me bribery
With everything except what I really want
I know that I'm opting for a harder life
I know I'm painting over your picture
As well as breaking your mold
And I wish I had a sister to be the daughter that you want
All in all
I'm happy with myself
And I want you to be proud of me
When I am sworn in
I have one goa
Holocaust Ceremony by fellforthesharks, literature
Literature
Holocaust Ceremony
I stand in a community
Of strangers
And comrades
Wearing army green
For an army
That protects a precious people
Who were prosecuted in the past
As we remember
Six million of our own
and six million like us
And try to perceive
What six million is
Now we are strong
And we are protected
But we are still surrounded
By sirens
And missiles
And enemies
Because we are Jews
Standing strong
In uniform
The Shoah
6 million Jews
Perishing needlessly
In train cars
Camps
Ovens
Surgery tables
Lined up
Naked
One by one
Skin stretched over bones
Bags under eyes would be purple
But the skin cannot find color
After working in the cold all day
Jews have a nation
And once a year
We sound the sirens for those who perished in the camps
On their way
Beaten in their own towns
One night a year
We begin to commemorate our people
Who we lost
Sharing the lineage of Abraham and Sarah
Yet during that service
We recall stories of the fallen
Say a kaddish for the fallen Jews
A missile still falls
In the negev
As another attempt
To wipe Jews out
As You Throw Yourself onto your Sword by fellforthesharks, literature
Literature
As You Throw Yourself onto your Sword
Suicide
Is not supposed to happen
In real life
Romeo and Juliet
Is a work of fiction
And studied by children and adults
Who cannot understand what suicide is
Saul threw himself on his sword
And Ahithopel with the rope
Around his neck
Jonah begged for death
Although humans cannot escape death's grasp
He wanted it too soon
We say do not kill
Yet men born of Jewish mothers
Still find themselves
Succeeding in Jonah's wish
When he took me out to dinner
And said
"I'm disowning you for your bat-mitzvah"
I was left to hate him for years
And even though we've made peace
Some parts of me can't forget
When I got that first call
"Your uncle is dead.
He hung himself
We found him
It's our fault"
I was left to pick up the pieces
and hate him so much for what he did to me
I kept his parents
My grandparents sane
So they could move forward
Although they cannot ever move on
When he who I loved
told me that he swallowed a handful of pills
I was terrified
But too in love to be mad
Now that he is gone
I've had the time for anger to set in
And enough time t
I know when not to get involved
And I know when to give up
But when four years have built this friendship
I've found myself stuck
You call yourself my best friend
But I cannot keep it in the back of my mind
That you also call them your friends
When they write of wanting to injure me
I held down my end of the deal
And ceased contact
Then I was told by a friend
People wanted to physically hurt me
So I know you're stuck between two worlds
But in the end he will be there for you
And I will not
Because I know when to walk away
When I'm in Israel next year
With a gun on my back
And beret on my shoulder
Maybe you will forget me
While I'm in this
For some reason
I haven't been able
To weave my words
Into the art of poetry
I think it is because
My emotions were lost in a high tide
And now that the low tide has taken over
I'm left to wade
My emotions towards people have changed
And they've been suppressed
Which is good
Because I'm finally indifferent
To the thoughts that used to hurt my head
My outlet is this country
And walking to town is beautiful
On Jerusalem stone so ancient
And gold under the streetlights
While my friends pass a hookah
And lightly make fun of me
For not smoking at all
While they talk about their love for Israel
Minutes away from the kotel
Over their beers
And
These are my eyes.
They don't sparkle but they fixate on you.
Under a trance... I missed my chance;
the opportunity for romance to bloom.
Wishful thinking, that's what they say.
"It's never going to happen."
"He's out of your league."
But I still imagine and I still dream.
Soppy as anything... I know, this is mad.
I hope you find this poem, inside your bag.
I've been blinded all my life,
With people and pain...
Now in my dark world,
I can't see anything...
I can't see any light!
But I see you!
You and your beauty,
You and your blue eye
You and your soul...
And it's so beautiful!
I can't believe for once,
I finally see a reason to be,
A reason to live, a reason to love!
'Cause with you I see the light,
'Cause you're my only light here!
Just with your presence,
Just with the sound of your voice,
Just with your sweet smell,
Just with your shining eyes
Or with your little cute smile....
With all of you are,
I can feel you,
Feeling your precious heart,
That I'll protect forever!
And th
Jade is such a lovely mineral
Always cool when touched
It's beautiful yet very hard
Not unlike a great many people
Some people are described as jaded
They are often cynical and weary
Worn out by the rigors of life
Hardened and robbed of warmth
Life eventually gets to people
Negative experiences change them
And not always for the better
The heart needn't be like a stone
Softening seems impossible to some
This belief can be firm like a rock
Perspective can erode over time
We need to be patient with ourselves
Jade is such a lovely mineral
Always cool when touched
But jade is a stone and not a person
Given enough time warmth returns
your heart was a broken sailor by your-methamphetamine, literature
Literature
your heart was a broken sailor
There's probably a reason why I can't say that I've known you since my elbows were just dimples on my arms. And that may be simply because the sky exchanged hemispheres four years into your birth but we're just on the opposite ends of a conventional compass. Though distance is a mixture of coarse wave and rugged land levels, there have been more in our union than the planet can already decorate on its face.
The international date line has a sharp, pungent sense of humor that gives and takes hours all at the expense of fuel on the plane you're on right now. All I can say is that you have the power to give me words and no control over when to
Perfection always has a mirror in front of him.
We've named it Introspection.
But he sees himself as his opposite.
While Perfection sees Imperfection through Introspection the three wage war.
Of course Perfection wins but he cannot clear the image of Imperfection starring him in the face.
And damn, Longing wishes she could stop this cycle of war because she sees Perfection exactly as he is.
She sees the battles he begins against himself and she tries to soften his introspection.
She sees his smooth face and wishes she could reach out.
She wants to have his head in her hands and her heart on her sleeve.
Sometimes she wants to lovingly
I currently live in Yerucham, Israel. In August I will either be getting school supplies or boarding a plane back to Israel. I love poetry and other artistic writing. Fantasy books are my getaway.
Favourite TV Shows
NCIS, New Girl, 2 Broke Girls
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Ke$ha, My Chemical Romance,
I'm actually looking forward to going back to the states even though leaving Israel is leaving home.
I'm a lot more settled with a lot more stuff and kinda happy that ill be living in Chicago for longer than of expected.
Not leaving my family so soon was just as much of a relief as not getting into this years army program was a letdown. (I just need to improve my Hebrew first)
Maybe ill have to make a compromise for my family. There has to be a middle of the road that will keep me happy and me madre happy. So yeah.
On September 3rd I had a way different future in mind.
I thought I was going back to the states in May with him waiting at the airport. I thought I was going to spend the next 4 years in college then figure out what to do with him and making Aliyah...
I know that my best friend who has never cut a class will be at the airport when I get there, because he's perfect. I know that my friends and family will be at my house that night to catch up on the last 9 months. I'll probably fall asleep between my close friends, all 20 of them smushed onto 3 cushin couch. Sometime that week I'll be going to the DMV with my mom to get a new drivers license
The song Halo for starters
This song
Ow my feels
But you learn to live without.
"Love doesn't die love is like a river... you can try to change the way that it's goin' but you're never gonna keep it from flowin... I heard you found somebody new, it took a little time to change my mind but I found somebody too"
I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I'm not that strong "
"Your memories turn to dust... it was only a crush"