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Avery Glows Mar 2020
Being ill is, above all
a sensual thing.
Being reminded of your own mortality,
like never before,
of the reflexes that died in my womb.
It was a dreadful lesson that I've learnt.
I tended to my body
like a lover,
promising in blind faith
that all will be well.

Such luxurious peace—
It was very much like getting possessed, you know
Becoming painfully aware of nothing
but yourself crooked in a crouch
is the only way to stand,
for it is too laborious even to stand straight.
And the noise,
the constant thumping of the heart.
pulsations bleeching
too much, too loud.

What do I know of health before this?
Now it begs my attention like a serpent's hiss.
Dissolving all but sense and solitude,
gripping
me into the lore of pure consciousness.
Like a true predator,
languishing
over yet another sleepless night.
Paper Heart Poet Mar 2020
How close can I get without being hurt
Should I be open-hearted or cautious
Giving myself to others or hiding behind my mask
Never knowing my limits, but I don’t know yours either

Pain or safe, oh which to choose
Will you hold my hand, even when I’m wrong
Or push me away

Don’t wanna feel shame next to you
I hate myself already
Looking for love in other hearts
Maybe there’s some left for me

Unconditional and forgiving
Here I am naked and honest
Not living or denying anymore

Your choice is upon you
I’m not gonna beg or pretend
Tired of being someone else
Time to look for myself
Time to find my consciousness
They say the ***** in the armor is the greatest weakness
But there is no ***** when there is no armor

They say the bigger they, are the harder they fall
But you can't fall if you were never standing

They say that to beat a wall you need to find the loose brick
But if there is no wall it'll never be broken down

Being scared of vulnerability is giving yourself a vulnerability in the first place
Should vulnerability be feared?
Wilbur Mar 2020
The tears are backed up so much
I wish they’d come
I wish they’d run
And finally get all of my emotions to out of my headspace

A shell that’s almost numb
Run down from the lifelong fight
Often feeling dumb
And always in fight or flight

A father whom is barely home
A mother whom I only know over the phone
Ever since the last one left
I’ve been living in a basically broken home

Night after night
Day after day
I still feel the same pain
And still comes the same rain

Suicidal contemplation's
Consumed by anxious thoughts
Filled with my worst fears
And followed by my vulnerabilities and desperate actions

An emotionally unstable demon
One whom tries to be happy
But is beaten down every time
And left alone in his own minds creation of purgatory
....will this ever get better?....
LC Mar 2020
she waits for the days when their eyes will meet again. the days when his arms keep the rest of the world out in order to let her in. the days when his smile beckons her to drop the armor at his feet and present her raw, vulnerable self to him. the days when her eyes drink him in slowly and deliberately to savor the memory.

until then, her laughter rings out over hundreds of miles. his caring questions touch her heart just the same. his musings about random topics never fail to rivet her. her smile lingers long after their talks, and her love never dies.
Stewie Feb 2020
I remember the night he said he was done.
My feet felt like ice on the pavement.
I could see my breath in the night sky.
I knew it was coming.
He had been small talking me for days.
Funny how men act so tough until they have to tell someone they are moving on.
“I deleted all of your photos...” he said. “Everything is gone off of my phone”
How does one move on so fast?
At this point, I wasn’t even listening.
I had opened my heart.
The vulnerability was unleashed like a fire hydrant and I couldn’t find the willpower to stop it from completely destroying my self worth.
I don’t blame you.
I wasn’t ready to be loved.
The heart wants what it wants & sometimes not what it needs.
Yash Jan 2020
Grey in Rainbow
Blood in capillaries
Gasp, oxygen
blood, turn blue.

Regular beat, relief
Racing car, Lightning McQueen
Anxiety, rush in Aorta
Dilute, soothe, disillusion.

Greek gods, medusa´s eye
Stone sculpture, eternal
Laid bare, ****
Draw me french.

Hands, save thy dignity
clutch the *****
oh my pearls
roll over eyeballs, curses.

Put a paper lantern
over your eyes.
Put your tinted glasses
rose coloured view.

Finger on the pulse
trigger, don't shoot
don't want 49 dead
progress, fear strikes back.

Hoot hoot
the clock strikes 2.02.
Rise up from your bed
you winged sucker.

Vampire, drink your fill
no limit but 6.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 greetings Charon
One coin to River Acheron.

Oink oink
little swine you are.
Pigman, hold your cleaver.
Pig blood, Carrie´s revenge.

****** red, sacrifice Jauhar
Euphrosyne´s joy, Euphoria
River Phlegethon, the path to Tartarus.
Cocytus, bathe me in Lethe.

Hypnos, spare me.
Himeros, May it be
Aporia, Limos, Hedone
Meet Curae, Nosoi, Algea.

Phobos, I am scared.
This poem is about the fear of ***, specifically *******. The poem talks about how in different ways, *** is a thing that haunts and hurts him. From greedy pigs who just want *** to manipulative vampires who want to **** all life out of him. It also talks about how the shooting struck fear in him. The poem then uses refrences to the greek underworld to express his emotions.
Iz Jan 2020
I am undoing myself again
The string once held now yanked from its place
Uprooting more then it’s existence
Unraveling each thing
I thought saved me

The remnants
Not even balled up on the floor
But sprawled across each crevice
The light invasively seeping in with authority
Subtly forcing each fiber into compliancy

But not permanently
****** writing but real emotions
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