Doodling Little Moments

Doodling little characters to express.
Her soft hands drawing lines fixing to dots.
Sitting under the old ceder tree alone to musings,
She draws a plump woman in a polka dot dress.

Soft, sweet rose petal cheeks blush
As the character flashes a cute little smile.
Lush elegant hair flows down to shapely hips.
Resembling the creators own natural plush.

Wind blowing the ceder leaves east.
Soft unwavering hands drawing lines to dots.
Creating our plump polka dotted hero friend's
Surrounding her in a joyous feast.

Pen lines darken among the new creations.
Hands pointing, voices laughing in sheer taunts.
Droplets of rain fall upon the polka dotted girl.
Tears fall as they continue their allegations.

Calling her a waste of life, a fat ugly slut.
Such words paint onto the paper,
Furiously being written as the rain pours.
Pen point digs hard  leaving a cut.

The artist herself silently begins to weep.
Recalling that dreadful day with hate.
Examining her right wrist of shame.
Under the ceder tree she wishes to sleep.

Never to wake up until she's thin.
Never to wake up until she's like everyone.
Never to wake up until she's beautiful.
And now she'll begin to hate herself from within.



This is what we need to avoid. There are so many women, young girls who are big, intelligent, and talented. Yet, some people will ridicule them until they are broken inside and out. Some of these wonderful women, young girls will cause harm upon their body to try to take away their emotional pain through psychical. Others will hate themselves and hurt their bodies through false weight-loss drugs, expensive surgeries that may cause prolong health problems. Yet, it is those very same people who say these harmful words who do not care. Some even feel that you have to give overweight people negative feedback for them to lose weight. That isn't correct thinking, thats weightism. I believe all women are beautiful no matter what size they are, I believe that you should feel good about your body and if you want to lose some weight you have to think from a positive mindset and not one of negativity. Instead of worrying about weight, just go out and have fun and be happy. Happiness is one of the major keys to a better life.  At the core of it you have to be strong but never forget if there is a few people who may say harmful degrading words to you, always remember that there is a thousand and more who will love, support, and give you the encouragement of being yourself no matter what size you are. And coming from a male perspective I adore the larger frame on women. So be proud of your body and remember stay positive!

No Disaster Will Halt Love

Charged ions burst through my nerves.

Intense electrical waves beg me to gasp.

Breathing cold air back into my lungs

Screaming till this voice is nearly rasp.

Adrenaline accelerates it's pulse.
Medical men plead for me to stay calm.
Injecting sedatives to stop the momentum,
Desperately trying to diffuse this bomb.

Knuckles white, bursting from this metal cage.
Police, medics rushing to control my will.
Staggering to the river bed I dive in.
Late autumn water proclaims it's icy chill.

In dark depths I struggle to pry open
Metal doors that lock away everything I hold dear.
Frantically punching at the glass till it shatters.
Pulling towards the surface my heart begins to fear.

Police, medics watch in angst to whats before them.
Staring hopelessly as a father cries.
A final attempt to save her I take one last breath.
Her young heart beats once more while another dies.

Send Me a Note

Slowly weeping before ma aching heart.
Listening over the words of suffering.
Asking for a lie to ease the sudden depart.
Can't ye see the painful display?

Send me a note of hou ye feel aloyn.
Give me something to start the buffering
Of ma heart before you start to stone.
What we hae does it no longer sing?

It's a sair fecht to keep going.
Your words crisscross upon my auld soul.
Burning deep with luve foregoing.
Hanging ma head to await departure.

I leave in the distance of the unknown.
Hopefully one day this void, this hole,
Could be filled with luves sown.
Until then I weep before ma aching heart.




If you haven't noticed I wrote this poem with some of the Scot's Language. (Or called Low-land Scots) I am proud of my ScotIrish decent but more so of my Scottish heritage. I'm huge fan of Robert Burns Scotland's National Poet! I also enjoy the works of John Buchan, Raymond Vettese and so on. I figured I'd go to create a bit of a Scot's piece. I don't know why I decided to write a love lost poem but if you're feeling the painful lost of heartbreak then my friend read and wallow. Just remember someone is waiting for you to sweep them off their feet or yours!

Softness of Which is Beauty

Society admires beauty of the lean.
It demands that I too share it's thoughts.
I cannot for I love the beauty of abundance.
Rail thin women are just not my scene.

Curvaceous bodies is what I desire.
My taste for women whose hips flare,
And tightly hug jeans and fill out dresses.
They are what sets my avidity on fire.

Beauty isn't defined by any number or size.
Women deserve happiness and confidence.
Yet, society proclaims these women undesirable.
All I hear are the emotional pained cries.

Here I stand outreaching my hand.
It's alright to be a thick lush woman.
It's okay to be a size twenty-four and smile.
Beauty of the voluptuous figure is grand.



I love the bodies of thick, full-figured women. For me, that is womanly beauty at its finest. We see images of women who are deathly thin, or so thin that they have to use technologies to make them fuller. It also applies to thick women and they touch them up making them smaller. Beauty isn't some number or a size. My fiancee is a proud size 22 and I love her body as is. I am a BBW lover and I support size acceptance. To further add, If you're a size smaller and consider lean I'll still love you for accepting all shapes and sizes! Because this world needs to love another and not shame or belittle others.

My Dear I had a Good Idea. Lets Lay These Bones to Rest.

Exasperating groans fill my ears. 

Stinging glares from jaded eyes.

Voices rise such as the ocean tide.

Your cheeks stain from constant tears.

Minutes pass yet, the door slamming still rings.

Laying here with complicated thoughts.

Waiting until the earth begins to part. 

Another soul to pluck the violin strings. 

Grasping the air in clutch fists. 

Screaming till my lungs burst.

Collapsing on weak knees I grow silent.

My heart beating urging to persists. 

Standing, hearing the trumpets bellow.

I rush to find the one I hold so dear.

Madden by trepidation of never kissing her once more.

In adversity i'll pluck the strings of a cello.

Sitting alone on one of the park benches.

Weeping herself away in agony.

Quietly I sit, only to whisper forgiveness and love. 

Sitting together her hand clenches.

Together lets lay these bones to rest.

Nearly home we stop to hold each other.

Her soft lips whisper 'I love you'.

Pulling her closer to listen to my chest. 

A heart that never gave up or quit,

Kept on beating your name.

My blood flows of your essence.

Together our love will always emit.