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I Eat (The Story of My Eating Disorder)I eat not because my stomach painsI Eat (The Story of My Eating Disorder) by AstraCreates
Or it's been so long
that my body complains
I eat not for the nourishment
or to master the impoverishment
I eat because the world is loud
I eat so that I can drown out the sound
Because the hunger in my soul is so profound
The food outweighs the consciousnesses
Of this reality without cognizance
I eat because the planet spins
Because the orbit around the sun begins
The screaming of the death of another year
While I'm merely lying here
Because I'm afraid of the dusk and dawn
Of another moment gone
I eat because it hurts to breathe
It hurts to know
It hurts to grieve
I eat to console that angry girl
Whose dream was to live in a different world
So much more than this
Who longs deep within for a knowable bliss
Like a light attracts a fly
And so many pass it by
I eat because I can't sit still
Because the world I know is always filled
To the very core with disaster
And like a slave would serve his master
I offer myself to it
And fall into the dark abyss
GreenA smashed ashtray once pointed at you.Green by AstraCreates
Tendons exposed on my cut wrist.
Nightmares of you making love, but not to me.
Instead to someone I've never seen.
The back of an ambulance.
More times than once.
But only one love that is green.
Blood in blond hair.
A drive, just a drive to find her.
The lusts that are crippling me.
Oh, but only one love and it's green.
Empty NestSomething once so aliveEmpty Nest by AstraCreates
expels itself from deep inside.
A mothers womb now an empty pit,
with shreds of tissue clinging for life to it.
But soon it will find its way outside
with the beads of blood now caked on her thighs.
Fair-warning to her that what was ONCE so alive
and is now running out from the inside-
with pink and tan tissue and all the womb denied
and what might be left of this
Current Residence: HOUSTON, TX|
Favourite genre of music: Indie, usually. Music that genre's were based around because it didn't fit in any.
Favourite photographer: Claire Noire (see MySpace)
Favourite style of art: Conceptual, realism, emotional, surreal, and abstract
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: ipod, of course, or my phone
Skin of choice: Mine. I'm finally comfortable in it.
Personal Quote: Smokey Joe, hey what's a revelation? That ones past is not a destination. -Tori Amos