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Zero Nine Mar 2017
You've expressed you feel a ****** disconnect.
Feel yourself some kind of alien pilot.
What's love in this, this human shell?
What's self-respect, esteem as well?
You're ******* weird and that's okay with me.
You told me for the first time, I'm queer.
That's cool. If I'm your ******, you're my ace pilot.
You're ace as **** default, I'm gray ace at best.
Why do we sit this dusty rock ridge between worlds?
If you're one, I've seen this alien's appeal.
The most delicious sight of your skin shown will have to go on ignored. And that's fine. That's fine.
I'm your little ******.
You're my ace pilot.
And that's fine.
Love all over again.
Ravanna Dee Jan 2017
You picked at her.
At first, you only did small pieces,
just took inconsequential pinches off here and there.
However, soon you became greedy.
Got comfortable stripping her of who she was.
Turning her inside out.
You ignored the empty gaps in her heart,
and tried to bandage the larger chunks
with who you wanted her to be.
But learned, like everyone eventually does,
that bandages don't always solve the problem.
Sometimes we bleed too much.
And sometime we keep bleeding until we can't.
That's what you did to her.
You picked at her
until there was nothing left to pick at.
Kerri Nov 2015
When you're stripped down
to nothing but your raw soul,
is when I love you most.
When your eyes
delicately plead
for me to love you,
and your hips ache
for me to taste your horizon.
I want to drink from your lips
Like a casual sinner
on a Sunday morning,
and leave you needing more.
scar Jun 2015
"did she pray?" i ask
weeping gently, they reply
that she came, but slowly
softly stripped before their eyes
withered down so neatly
left her petals on the floor
in a pile so as not to
cause any mess.
Poetic T May 2015
Trees surrender  
Flowering nevermore
Stripped flesh
Beauty vanishes.

Paper cartwheels
Yesterdays news
Memories fade
Today anew.

Paper burns
Warmth given
Ashes cinder
Cold tree.
A story with only two words per line (have a go)
Alin Jan 2015
Nobody knows who Mona Lisa is in reality
Oh Leonardo my love
you need not tell
that I come to see you
invariably  in your dreams
reviving our first kiss
No I shall not pronounce the last
each and every painful farewell rhymes
an onomatopoeic verse of please stays
and stay this time Please
I know that you can if
you make it such that
truth belongs to everyone
All as one made of our love
spirit born as You
and I will gaze through
lifetimes and generations long
exchange love to love
be of yours and theirs
there is no difference really
when each look carries the code
of your of my of our  
and mirror their
enlightened face.
inspired by Duchamp's L.H.O.O.Q. (1919)
Kamoo Oct 2014
I sit here in silence
Tears straying down my cheeks
In pain, heartbroken, breathless
I am stripped, tormented, suffocated
My hands shiver with dread
My knuckles bleed with sorrow
I have nothing to give
It's never your fault
It never was your fault
I'm just sorry that it had to be you
The skies, the moon and the stars begged me to love you
Through you, they saw light hence my heart and spirit
were redirected to you
I am an ocean full of agony
My banks overflow with love
Enough love that even your amazingly long lashes tingle with joy
when the reverberations of love buried within me express
how much they belong to you
Love chooses no one
It goes for everyone
Even those who are broken and damaged have pores that engulf
tiny little specks of love because it cares about all of us
It's confusing
complicated
and it hurts
But I know for a fact that my love never dies and only you can heal me.
Poetic T Sep 2014
I felt degraded
You stripped me,
Exposed,
Uncovered,
Peeled,
Back what made me feel whole
You were removing
Taking away
What gave me confidence,
Before I had a feeling of being
Fulfilled,
Completed,
Perfect,
But everyday I became
Less,
You didn't realise how this
Felt,
To have so much
Then bit by bit removed,
Till I was an  empty room stripped bare.
I wanted to change the aspect of being laid bare, as if I was a room being stripped as the people were moving out.
Md May 2014
You stripped me
You beat me down to a body with only a screaming void; not even a heart.
You left me
I watched you leave, cutting my heart strings, one by one, every careless step you took.
You stripped me to just a body

An empty aching body.
Words could never describe that pain of being left alone in pure darkness
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