Intimate
Eating emotions/Starving feelings
or How it Feels to Fight an Eating Disorder
(April 2021)
Cake after cake, I can no longer take
having a pill instead of a meal,
taking in water to fulfill
the gap inside me that´s not real.
Rules to follow, rules to break,
life is hollow without them.
Less and less, then more and more,
resentment in me might explode.
Watch the scale and forget.
I wish I could just escape.
Sometimes lose, sometimes gain,
still it´s sucking in my brain.
Eating emotions, but never spill.
Starving feelings, but never show.
In the end I do whatever I will,
in endless circle myself I throw.
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At Home in Your Body
(July 2021)
Be at home in your body
Never knew what that means
Master, tame it,
Shape it according to your will
Control it, absorb it
As a part of yourself
Feel it and know it
As your best friend
Be at home in your body
Like a dancer on a stage,
I hope i shall know it,
That blessing some day
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Gift
{November 2021}
Something in unwrapping
inside of me
A brand new story
A present for me
A gift from me to humanity
Not another pack of empty words
but a box filled with souls
Maybe thriving fantasy
Maybe dark and grim
Either way rich in imagination
Magic and dreamy
An instrument of higher need
I present to you this gift
Decorated with my will
Accept it as it is; my scream
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(August 2022)
Do you wish to replay
everything before today?
Again and again
circle of familiar events will never end...
Let´s stay locked in a cell
where wall are made of memories.
Future causes too many worries
and I´m not happy with present situation
so let´s freeze ourselves in yesterday´s motivation.
Can´t win a race against future.
I try to nurture
this day, this moment,
but always forget.
Every passing second itches
all over my consciousness.
Longing to rebuild a bridge
to connect us over this unknown grudge.
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Brain Cells
(July 2022)
My mind is polluted
I polluted it myself
This life could´ve been perfect
If not for my brain cells
They´re damaged, obscure
And they can´t seem to cure
It belongs in the past
But the infection still lasts
I get it´s a disease
I know it´s all wrong
But your mind might miss
This polluted mind´s created this song
I wouldn´t change this mind of mine
I don´t require ordinary life
Guess I´ll take a deep dive
Among broken brain cells, find the right one
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Ghosts
(September 2022)
Sometimes
I want to believe in ghosts
When you are gone
I wish to look forward to your haunts
Therefore I´ll never be alone
I used to believe in ghosts
Out of fun
Now I want them to be real
Out of need
Autor svake pjesme je Arijana G. aka Anakronizam
Author of every poem is Arijana G aka Anachronism
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