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haley  Jan 2018
fists to the sky
haley Jan 2018
i am running out of
air
i am running out of
scrapes on my knees
running out of
new corners to cross
in this neighborhood
we,
we are growing up in the same houses
with the same curtain of trees draping
their limbs over our windowsills
we are sleeping in the same bedsheets
wrinkled from the imperative
tossing and turning
of adolescents.

we inflate our chests
and float away like red balloons
a freckle in the pale complexion of the sky
for this love affair with the pavement
has lost its edge
this slipping on
slimy banana peels
has stabilized

we have bitten and scratched and stained
the doors of your fingers
studied every trail of your fingerprints
i have grown older in the palm of your hand
your fists raised to the sky
it is time for you to open them.
The uniVerse Jun 2018
Beauty lies bereft and bound
it cries for help but utters no sound
mascara kisses fade from your lips
etched by lovers worn fingertips
purple rings around sullen eyes
the broken skin it never lies
fists of thunder make not the man
nor the swift strike of back of hand
a thousand apologies can never repair
the displacement of a single hair
for she is not an object for you to own
she is a Queen that deserves a throne
and if she allows you to enter her chamber
it's also her decision if you should remain there.
her beauty is boundless
and cannot be tamed
all those who try
should be shamed

***** I have shared my poems on this website now since 2015 and this is my first daily, it has been a privilege and I appreciate all the lovely comments <3 *****

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David John Mowers  Apr 2017
YOU
YOU
man tells me
man is you
man is that argument
man is that saying
man is that bias

MAN

...is my fists,
ending you
that argument
your stupid sayings
that bias

MAN

I'm coming for you man.
The word, "Man," in it's oldest sense means, "Thought."
cierra fielding Sep 2018
You bashed on the chest my heart was enclosed in
You bashed on my chest
With roaring fist of fury
Engulfed in self rage and broke every rib
You bashed on my chest that protected my heart
You bashed on my chest until my heart was completely exposed
Then you threw Your roaring fists down once more
You bashed into my chest that my heart was enclosed in till I had nothing left
And you still aren’t happy.
You broke every rib
You still aren’t happy
You slammed Your roaring fist against my exposed heart until blood vessels were popped and I was broken, bleeding out and
YOU STILL ARENT HAPPY
You still hate yourself
You still hate me
Now we’re both bleeding.
No one is happy here
You bashed on the chest my heart was enclosed in
And now I’m nothing but a body
Living in motions
But I lost all emotions
When you and Your ****** fists got up and left me bleeding
What makes you happy?
fists clenched
fingers torqued,
palms reddened

raise up the length
twist tight -the center,
muscle, guns...

feel the power
cheek to cheek
gobsmacked...

I live to see my arms.

Admire me.
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