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196 lb
average male weight
ego not included

156 lb
average female weight
although one spoken sentence hits like a ton of bricks

20 lb
unsaid words,
searing, left in your throat

10 lb
“It won’t happen again”
guns for vocal chords

40 lb
a dead car battery

25 lb
for every bullet he left inside her spirit

a scale says 167 pounds
body mass measured
heavy heart unaccounted

19.30 g
roughly the weight of a wedding ring
she’s seen three removed from three different fingers

1.5 g
enough for six rotations
enough to feel zero

1.5 oz
enough for a shot
take six to feel a hundred

10 million tons
the weight of a star

10 million tons
the thought of her

we are loaded
dense
filled

made-to-break
paper-made
carbon-bounded
­heart-strung
fire-resistant

the weight we carry is not the
numbers on the scale
we are much more than the pounds we gain
the aches that we hold
the tears that did not fall

living with a hallowed heart does not make it any less heavier

these light words were not meant for these paper limbs
gravity could care less

we are pressured
felt
squeezed
until broken
forevermore

built strong
lasts shortly
bulldozed by just one fallowed swoop
we are demolished

you could build your vessel as ravenous and as merciless as you can
only to be held down by the world
we are defied

measured
counted
hated
loved
we are
 Sep 2015 Johanne
Tamara Allen
yellow seems to me
like almost sunshine,
but it's a false
warmth.
it's the colour of old bruises
littered on
arms and legs
like painful
little
kisses,
blossoms of pain
that fade and die,
just like everything
else.
I scream until my throat burns and melts and my body shatters into oblivion.
And then you hear me.
 Jul 2015 Johanne
Marian
I picked you a bouquet of flowers
But they died in your hands

*~Marian~
Just A Random 13w Poem!!! ~~~~<3
I Hope You All Enjoy It!!! :) ~~~~~<3
 May 2015 Johanne
Helen
nothing matters
in this world
anymore
*you closed the door
 Nov 2014 Johanne
EJ Aghassi
flight
 Nov 2014 Johanne
EJ Aghassi
every one of those doves
so willing a martyr of love
yearning for a grave
if on roses they're laid

convinced that the pain
is drastic necessity
dramatic breath
bated and sporadic
reeking of that yearning
& I love every single one of you
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