My vulnerability , feels so lost

Living freely in this world
My vulnerability , feels so lost
As it seeks the skies to escape all
Perched high away and hiding
My heart forsaken
For my  vulnerability
Has left

The little bird has flown

My retreating heart lives behind
Many layers of frozen ice
The warm waters of my heart
Have all frozen over

Come back , come back little bird

A tear drop falls
For I see the loss of potential
In this frozen pond
Where waters should be warm
My heart should sing
Great rich jungles , it should bring

My pride wounded by this world
I stare into my murky depths
My standing in this world falling
As my legs are taken
By the jaws of a giant beast

Far away a bird twitches

My stomach twists and turns
Absorbed I am into the belly
Of a great giant crocodile
I begin to feel my vulnerability
In these dangerous warm acidic waters
As I merge into a crocodile
And high above a bird leaves his perch
As the ice layers break
With the force of my tail

New eyes see the self importance in people
Of this earth , with all their arrogance
I will bring you back to earth
For I am the last living dinosaur
Born from a time when , T Rex's rained
And even the birds had teeth
For I still live in waters
Where Parana's seek to
Frenzy on living flesh
And I am to be scared of you

I warn all of those who wish to disturb
My open and most precious heart
That rests in silence over my pond
For your flesh will quiver
With the sound of my ancient growl
And your eyes will panic
With the sight of my jaw

A quiet bird flutters closer

Bring your bitterness and all your sourness
For I am hungry and love rotten meat
And your disregard feeds my fury
Circle my pond
Where my heart rests softly
With rich and green waters
Bursting and growing in love
For I am not scared to feel

And I will lounge and grab
As a tone of me , slaps itself
Bang , hard on this earth
For I am hear to feel it
And not escape it
But you will be blind
And lost in my depths
I will turn you over and
Your arrogance will feed me
As I grow stronger
You will ripped limb from limb  

A little bird comes closer

My heart free from noise
A silence nestles in me
And all innocence is seen
Beautiful souls float freely
Butterfly's dance and play
And my beautiful vulnerability
returns in sweet song
And rests softly in my jaw

A strange paradox becomes so very clear
With a little bird we hold so dear

Trying to answer a questions of how do we remain sensitive but also strong ,
I just thought i would chuck it up , I think the middle needs more work
The vulnerability of baring myself fully
Christopher Wallace

The vulnerability of baring myself fully
clenches the belly
panics the heart
stands my hairs on end.

It is truly the most terrifying thing
to stand in ones authenticity.

And yet. And yet.

The courage it takes.
The great tender strength.
The spine tingling elation.
The heart swells, and magic.
The naked beauty borne, in feeling you have nothing to hide.
The spirit touched ardor of a bare approach to life.
The openings and the mystery.
The expressions: tripping, falling, incomplete, misguided.
The wonderful mistakes, elucidating lessons.
The perfect imperfections.
The easing of honesty.
The engendered humility.
The profundity.
The sense of being touched, touching, and in touch with life.
The unmasked revelations, of full spectral undulation.
The this. The that. The I can accept it all.
The dropping of shame.
The incredible liberation, in shedding that shame.
The finding forgiveness for self, for other.
The quiver of unknowing.
The sweet caress of potential.
The dread. The sorrows. The uncertainties.
All making room for, in their acknowledgement:
Room for what else is there.
Room for laughter, and joy, and luminescence.
Room for flirtation, dancing, spontaneity.
Breaking open.
Melting into Love.
Soaring on the wings of Truth.
The hush, of anxious worry.
The Goodness bestowed.
The empathy.
The compassion.
The connection.
The holy restoration of creative flow.
The fires of real passion.

And everything.
And everything.
And Beauty.

I hate being vulnerable.
It’s terrifying.
Letting go of those emotions
that you work so hard to hide.
Every day, at some point,
I have to force down negative
emotions at the thought that someone
might see and know that I am not
the strong person I show myself
to be. That I am weak and that
I am struggling.
I hate being vulnerable.
It entails opening up to someone
and telling them all those dirty
little secrets that you desperately
seek to hide.
Being raw with someone.
But at the same time,
it sounds beautiful.
To be able to find someone
who you can be vulnerable with.
That trust.
That raw, unadulterated trust.
How can you know
when you have found the right person?
Can you know?
It’s terrifyingly beautiful.
I crave it.
I fear it.
Whatever I share could
be used against me.
They could laugh in my face and
mock my pain.
They could kick my dreams
in the dust or
never
speak
to
me
again.
I could be rejected.
But, I could be accepted.
I could be loved.
Respected.
Understood.
It’s terrifying.
It’s beautiful.

When we make ourselves vulnerable
and peel back layer upon layer of our well-worn armor,
sometimes you wind up with a lovable child -
and sometimes you wind up with a banana.

From Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part I, Lessons 1-19)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-i-lessons-1-19/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part II, Lessons 20-33)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ii-lessons-20-33/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part III, Lessons 34-41)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iii-lessons-34-41/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IV, Lessons 42-50)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iv-lessons-42-50-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part V, Lessons 51-59)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-v-lessons-51-59/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VI, Lessons 60-69)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vi-lessons-60-69-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VII, Lessons 70-79)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vii-lessons-70-79-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VIII, Lessons 80-89)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-viii-lessons-80-89/

Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 90)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/666213/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-90/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 91)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/672407/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-91/
#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #heart   #girl   #eyes   #pain   #haiku   #sadness   #death   #hope   #loss   #lost   #rain   #hurt   #nature   #of   #friendship   #thoughts   #soul   #fuck   #me   #last   #secrets   #vulnerability   #armor   #penis   #trending   #primer   #lew   #banana   #beryldov  

When we make ourselves vulnerable
and peel back layer upon layer of our well-worn armor,
sometimes you wind up with a lovable child -
and sometimes you wind up with a banana.

From Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part I, Lessons 1-19)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-i-lessons-1-19/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part II, Lessons 20-33)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ii-lessons-20-33/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part III, Lessons 34-41)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iii-lessons-34-41/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IV, Lessons 42-50)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iv-lessons-42-50-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part V, Lessons 51-59)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-v-lessons-51-59/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VI, Lessons 60-69)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vi-lessons-60-69-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VII, Lessons 70-79)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vii-lessons-70-79-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VIII, Lessons 80-89)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-viii-lessons-80-89/

Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 90)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/666213/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-90/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 91)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/672407/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-91/
#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #heart   #girl   #eyes   #pain   #haiku   #sadness   #death   #hope   #loss   #lost   #rain   #hurt   #nature   #of   #friendship   #thoughts   #soul   #fuck   #me   #last   #secrets   #vulnerability   #armor   #penis   #trending   #primer   #lew   #banana   #beryldov  

When we make ourselves vulnerable
and peel back layer upon layer of our well-worn armor,
sometimes you wind up with a lovable child -
and sometimes you wind up with a banana.

From Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part I, Lessons 1-19)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-i-lessons-1-19/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part II, Lessons 20-33)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ii-lessons-20-33/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part III, Lessons 34-41)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iii-lessons-34-41/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IV, Lessons 42-50)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iv-lessons-42-50-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part V, Lessons 51-59)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-v-lessons-51-59/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VI, Lessons 60-69)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vi-lessons-60-69-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VII, Lessons 70-79)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vii-lessons-70-79-1/

Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VIII, Lessons 80-89)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-viii-lessons-80-89/

Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 90)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/666213/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-90/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 91)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/672407/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-91/
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#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #heart   #girl   #eyes   #pain   #haiku   #sadness   #death   #hope   #loss   #lost   #rain   #hurt   #nature   #of   #friendship   #thoughts   #soul   #fuck   #me   #last   #secrets   #vulnerability   #armor   #penis   #trending   #primer   #lew   #banana   #beryldov  

When we make ourselves vulnerable
and peel back layer upon layer of our well-worn armor,
sometimes you wind up with a lovable child -
and sometimes you wind up with a banana.

#love   #heartbreak   #poem   #poetry   #broken   #sad   #depression   #life   #heart   #girl   #eyes   #pain   #haiku   #sadness   #death   #hope   #loss   #lost   #rain   #hurt   #nature   #of   #friendship   #thoughts   #soul   #fuck   #me   #last   #secrets   #vulnerability   #armor   #penis   #trending   #primer   #lew   #banana   #beryldov  
ake off my mask so you can see where my vulnerability lies.
Wild Girl
Wild Girl
Aug 19

My mind is full of tirades
A tempest fills my brain
I've lost a part of myself in love before
How gullible I've been.
Would you rather I pour my heart out?
Spill my passion let me bleed?
I apologise. Kill myself in front of your eyes.
Take off my mask so you can see where my vulnerability lies.

#passion   #death   #mask   #mind   #storm   #tempest   #vulnerability   #tyrade  
*Vulnerability is scary*
CP
CP
Jun 1

Vulnerability is scary
I guess that's why I'm always wary
In the palm of another's hand
I solemnly stand

Vulnerability is scary
Someone I know barely
They could bury me
In debris

I'm flesh and bones
Their words could be stones
The way you shake when you're crying
Or when you blink when you're lying
Because inside you know you're dying

When I tell you how I feel
I may begin to heal
This is so unreal-
Yet I still fear that you will squeal
What I tried so hard to conceal

Vulnerability is scary
I would like to say contrary,
I feel like a freed canary
How very wrong
I've made another prison
With bars made of vulnerability

My secrets have become a liability
For I foolishly trust
You will not run
When we are done

Vulnerability is so scary

#poem   #poetry   #fear   #sad   #scared   #vulnerability   #stuff   #anxious   #cp  
My vulnerability , feels so lost

Living freely in this world
My vulnerability , feels so lost
As it seeks the skies to escape all
Perched high away and hiding
My heart forsaken
For her vulnerability
Has left her

The little bird has flown

My warm retreating heart lives behind
Many layers of frozen ice
A tear drop falls
As I see the loss potential
Where here my heart should sing
Great jungles it should bring

Come back , come back little bird

I stare into my murky depths
My legs are taken by giant jaws
I twist and turn as he swallows me whole
My standing in the world taken
I merge with this crocodile

Far away a bird twitches

I looks out into the outside world
And sees the disregard and arrogance
Which fuels my anger like oil on a fire
As they disturb the peace on my pond
May their flesh quiver
With my ancient growl

high above a bird leaves her perch


I am the last living dinosaur
Born from a time when , T Rex's ruled
And birds with teeth rained over head
And I still live in waters
Where Piranhas seek to
Frenzy on living flesh
Am I to be scared of you

A quiet bird flutters closer

Bring me your contempt
For I am hungry and love rotten meat
And your disregard feeds my fury
so please circle my pond
Where my heart rests softly
With rich and green waters
Bursting and growing in love

A little bird tweets over head

I will lounge and grab
And you will be blind
And lost in my depths
I will turn you over and
Your arrogance will feed me
Yummy yummy
I slip away from the beast

A little bird perches on his head
Still mistrusting him for
For he carries a triumphant smile
As though injected with poison
The little bird says
You know I love you crocodile
But I am still not safe

Disgruntled he returns to his depths
On the inner side of the pond
Far away he finds me again
Staring into dark waters
As though it could speak
Many times has he watched
Arrogant mammals reach and fall
Coming back consumed with
Pain , rejection and failure
Both looking and hiding from the truth

A bird tweets I LOVE YOU

With both a ferocity and compassion
He pulls me down as a tone of flesh
Slaps itself hard on this earth
I twist and turn as I struggle
With my own truth
As he rips my pride of the bone
Be aware of my tongue for it is
Possessed by crocodiles lashing tail

I really Love you the bird cries

The beast feasts on my bitter truth
And soar reality , I am not
Strong enough to take
And spits out the sweet lies
That keep me from myself
As he pulls me down into my own depths
Such a beautiful beast
For he feels no need to evolve
Perfect as I am he says
As it fills me with his power
To be exactly who I am
How I love this Crocodile

A bird approaches

My heart free from noise
Inside and out
A silence nestles in me
And all innocence is seen
Beautiful souls float freely
Butterfly's dance and play
As all is gentle around me
And especially in me

And my beautiful vulnerability
Now returns in sweet song
As the bird rests softly in my jaw
A strange paradox becomes so very clear
With a little bird we hold so dear

This is my second effort as soon as I wrote the first one I was not happy with it as it was not clear enough what was dealing with the subjective and the objective hopefully there is greater balance in this attempt . Let me know if it works
#love   #pain   #pride   #vulnerability  
 
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