Gaining weight can frighten a woman. It can make a woman fall in love with herself all over again. It can make a man look at her 'child bearing' hips with adoration as if seeing her womanly capabilities for the first time.

I have to write a summary for a poem I don't even like so here is my summary, just as bitter as the poem.

Lately I have no idea what I'm doing in life. I don't know how to get the things I want, how I got where I am. But some one asked me if I still write.

I hate poems that rhyme. But it's late I'm tired and I really f-ing miss you. This pain is terrible and this time I'm not sure if it's going away. Tomorrow is not guaranteed. But if tomorrow comes, hopefully I'm in your arms.

I don't really have words for this. Sexual assault can change everything. Even if you didn't know that's what it was in the moment. You're hurt and you're changed forever

I know you've been wondering why I don't write about you. Writing hasn't been easy for me lately. But I promise this will be the first of many. I love you.

This wasn't the first time i had experienced racism but it was the first time i had felt it so directly. This needed to be written.

I still don't know that I made the right choice in staying with you. I don't know when I'll have had enough pain to make me care enough about myself first. Today, I almost couldn't take it anymore. But a thought crossed my mind, how many times will be the last time? I still love you. But I don't love pain.

I haven't seen you in a while. Well until Friday night. You didn't see me. Because you looked happy and peaceful. I wasn't going to ruin that. But some days I do miss your friendship.

I've been struggling with this idea of starving myself, upon other unhealthy methods of "dieting". This is inspired by my wishes and hopes to be anorexic and some studies I've been doing in school on eating disorders. I know this is a real struggle for some people and something I shouldn't want but well, this is my poem.

This pain is a part of life. You refuse to hear my story so here's some of it. You probably still won't listen. I'm tired of this game, us writing back and forth instead of actually talking. This is one chapter but I'm leaving this story incomplete. I have a feeling its not over yet. And won't end in friendship like I had hoped.

Being naive can only last so long. Its time for me to grow up. But you can't honestly think I'm still growing up in your shadow.

I apologize to my friends that read this before it was finished It took a bit of a dark turn around the 5th sense of sight lol As I was writing, I couldn't think of a title for this poem But when I finished I touched on 7 senses and found that oddly related to the fact that there are 7 deadly sins And while I don't touch on all of them, this is definitely a sinful poem ;-) Enjoy

I don't think friends with benefits could ever work for me. And these poems will tell you why. Chapter 1 explains the fun it might be, not that I would know*winks*. Chapter 2, if I ever get around to writing it will explain the problems that I think will be the cause of many complications. Friends should avoid getting involved in this way.

Some people like it. Some don't. But me, I love it.

oh well. That's all I have to say in regards to this situation. The poems speak for themselves. I tried and now I quit. I guess it has always been this one sided and these poems are for me. I don't want your opinion, you know who you are. The first poem is just my thought process, the second is an acrostic because its the simplest way of getting a point across.

Just a response to some things happening in my life since my relationship ended MUTUALLY. Not much to say here, I hope the poems say it all.

This is more than friendship. I respect him for going through what he does, fighting his addiction, and still maintaining his personality. This is dedicated to those fighting addiction. You shouldn't should quit your battle but know someone will appreciate you regardless. I work with this guy but the title "at work" also refers to him working to better himself and others.

I'm not really sure I have a description for this. I could live in constant fear or just free myself of my thoughts and let life take its own path.

A friend told me two minutes ago, that my insecurities would ruin my relationship. Yes i wrote this poem in two minutes, based on things that have been on my mind for two weeks. Reviews always welcomed and returned

I don't really know how to write this kind of poem-the rated M kind. But it was worth a shot and it probably won't be the last attempt.

I honestly don't care how good or bad this poem is. Review if you want, just had to get this out. Families suck, I miss my boyfriend. Again, why is there no regular relationship subcategory for poems?

I've written about you so much. How much? I don't know. But I'll be counting now. Counting the poems I wrote when you made me smile, made me cry. A collection of poems from this point on and a few from our past.

Love is a strong word but there's no 'relationship' sub category for these poems lol Inspired by a great night and a great person.

Not much to be said here. Some days, your mind is filled with a million thoughts. But they'll settle themselves, don't push it. (A reminder for myself) Beautiful things bloom in the spring.

Inspired by Michael Jackson's Earth Song and some rainy weather. Enjoy, reviews welcome.

To a friend, who has been nothing but a friend for much too long

I recently gained a new friend. "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them, and we help them in return". Thank you.

I'm working on a group poem at school about the people- or person- I feel I have disappointed most. So this is for you brother, with love and tons of other emotions you know nothing about.

A short little poem for the lonely girls out there. Enjoy the company of yourselves on this 'special' day.

A tale of love in its last moments. A writing assignment at school in which we were asked to create a vivid atmosphere.

Assignment from my poetry club at school. Acrostic poem using one word to describe myself. Reviews welcomed and appreciated. And remember, keep writing!

Three paragraphs about something red. Interesting challenge.

It's not like I didn't know. But it just hurt to hear it (or not hear it) and be one hundred percent sure. I'll always be happy with you. But never whole. Not until I hear you say it. And I hope that someday you will. I'm working on it. :)

Jealousy can cause a long line of hate. In the moment, you are surrounded in too much of a rage to decided if it is worth hating a person or not. Written in the point of view of someone who dislikes me. But don't worry the feeling is mutual.

What I'm looking at is different from the reality. Different from what everyone else sees. But in the mirror, in all my truth, this is me.

Is heaven real? And what exist there? Do we?

The definition of love varies. This is mine.