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Man Sep 1
I draw on cigarettes,
Doodle with resin-
Blisters on my fingers,
They all think I'm playin'.
The colors brown & red
Are escaped when I shut my eyes,
And when I turn my face inside
I'm fine with what I see.
It's not dark, pretty light-
It's all clear skies,
Even with a chance of showers
There's always a sunrise.
bloodKl0tz Sep 2020
Im standing in front of a forest that is on fire
Rose colored glasses
The same tint as the flames
Theres deer fleeing, raccoon skittering into backyards
Growing red moss advancing on the trees
Blisters form on the pads of my hands and fingers
Something much bigger than the deer, is advancing
Its getting hard to breathe, my throat feels like it is on fire
Squirrels pair off, try to find their fleeing mates
Burning hair
Burning paws
Encumbered with fears
My home is charred and I cant go back
Only forward, fleeing forward with the shadowy unknown advancing in the forest behind me
Justina Julianna May 2019
Rolling hills in the country seen him fall apart and put himself back together day in and day out. He remained buoyant and intact because he loved. His heartbeat was loud for everyone, especially for his kids. I watch him tear up when he’s proud, and cry when he misses his mom. Hurt by the world, but still smiles to reassure the blisters will heal, and to seek elucidation for why the hills watch.
Vic May 2019
It will grant you mistakes
And hurtful blisters
But it will make you wiser
A poem every day.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2018
We wrap ourselves in the unreasonable hope
This feeling will return
We aren't irreparable yet
We can douse the flames before it all burns

We've already began transforming into ash
The glow starting to fade out
Foundation crumbled long ago
A little late to save that part now

I cannot extinguish the fire that devours
Heart beating fast and hard
I want to ***** heat before it sears too deep
Rendering our love fragile and charred

Blood and tempers mix, form an inferno
Red reflections in air
Simmering thoughts escape my mind
Too boiling for me to bear

Every room is smoky and unsure
Failing to smother each angry ember
I'm suffocating in warm regret
Choking mistakes I involuntarily remember

My soul blackened from the burn
Screaming blisters appear in my heart
The darkest coals are all that remains
Of past love we shared, once bright, now dark
Once upon a time there was light in my life, now there's only love in the dark.
Mohamed Nasir Mar 2018
Most active feet will suffer blisters
Most of us know how it feels
Most of us know how it hurts
The problem of athleticism

And almost wish you didn't
It pays not to over do it
Now it's paying
You back

Put away your sneakers
Put away  your shoes
Put away the boots
Put up your feet

Get a good
Book
Umang K Jan 2015
Honey-coloured skin
Covering
Over-used bones and
Abused muscles
That have seen the inside
Of blisters
And bruises, hidden beneath
Mismatched, jarring wool
And tight, black
Material that only just
Manages to contain her.
Chloe Elizabeth Dec 2014
I really hope it was all worth it for him. I really do hope that hurting me was worth it for him and that everything he threw away in the end means less than what he keeps close right now. I hope that it wasn’t all for nothing; that all the broken pieces and open ends have a new home. I would hate for all the pain, sleepless nights and 4 a.m walks to go to waste because those meant something to me; they were all ways of fighting for what I loved. I hung on until my hands were blistered, I supported every decision even if I got ******* over because his happiness mattered to me, it ******* mattered. But in the end, I had to give in to the blisters.

By Chloe Elizabeth
This isn't exactly poetry, I would consider it more spoken word but i still wanted to share it.
Kagami Jul 2014
And suddenly I was weightless,
Barely a cloud
Near the ground, obstructing the
Paths that my eyes wander down.
Simply a stream of consciousness,
Fear,
Anguish,
Demonstrated by demons
And the flames flavoured
Like chocolate and ghost peppers.
Burning blisters on the insides of
My teeth, spreading through my bones
As a parasite would slither
Down my throat.
And I wanted to be purified.
I have no clue, but I haven't written in a while, so.

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