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Nath Rye Feb 2016
what if i told you
that getting hurt
wasn't necessarily a bad thing?

people.
people you
care the most about...
they can bring you the most pain.

but i know what you're thinking.
i have tried it before.
i attempted to seal away
my humanity and emotions
and become an empty shell
of what i used to be.

it hurts even more.

so open yourself up.
leave yourself vulnerable
to the possibility of being hurt by others
because this seemingly negative thing
is not so bad-
after all, there
are still amazing people
in this world.
reminder to self hehe
mk Feb 2016
i try to hide
the pink of my *******
but my hands are too small
as one is covered
the other is exposed

(is there any point trying
to protect
this still purple heart of mine?)


i take refuge in the bunker
from wandering eyes
my skin it burns
like heated orange flames
from their gaze

my soles are busted black
from running so long, so far
my shoulders are browned
from fighting the sun

i am looking for a corner
i am looking for a hole:
dark solace


as a child i imagined my maidenhood
to be a pretty pure pink
but now my thigh are rubbed raw
and red drips down the white canvas
i am so tired

i wonder if the little spark of yellow youth
remains hidden deep within me

maybe if i follow the tunnel inside
i will find a reason to no longer hide


my struggle is coming to an end
as they catch up to me
i see the little green of burnt meadows
it empties into the stagnant blue of the murky waters

instead of giving in,
i give up.

into the blue-green i fall:
deep
deep
deeper yet still;

the rainbow blooms
the sky is clear
*i am gone.
the colors of the rainbow never did seem so sad.
Lauren Leal Jan 2016
For you, I will peel back my hearts callused layers.
(10W)
I wish I could use a time machine and take back each scar I left on my vulnerable skin.
Instead of self mutilating, I would take my blade to your skin and mark it as a reminder of all the times you ripped me apart.
I would cut your heart out of your body and hold it in my hand, not to love and caress but rather to crush it like you did to mine.
I would suffocate you with my ‘fat body’ watching your eyes beg for my sympathy until you have no air to breathe.
And just as you are about to taste the sweet taste of death, I would mercilessly cut off your pride and joy which is just as little as the respect I have for you.
and I have no respect for you…
The End.
Joyce Jan 2016
It's a beautiful thing
to bare one's soul.
To have it to be loved.
To feel safe
when naked exposed.
Vulnerable
yet comfortable.
baz Jan 2016
I fell in love with him so easily. I was starstruck from the moment we first started hanging out, and I have been in awe of him ever since. With every passing month I knew that my feelings for him wouldn’t go away. He immediately got all of my love. My heart was his. I held him on a high pedestal so I was scared that one day he would throw it away and realize that my love wasn’t good enough. But nevertheless, I didn’t take my heart back. I wanted it to be his.

I took the risk of loving him, and it is still really scary. Loving someone gives them the power to hurt you. Sometimes I feel like I’m too vulnerable giving so much of myself to another person. But reflecting on all of this past time spent with him… I don’t want to take my heart back. All of the car rides where he touched my leg, all of the times he nudged me to silently ask if I was okay, the times when he would hug me, pick me up, and twirl me around... I would take any risk to have those moments. If I know that there is a chance to have these moments of happiness and love with him, I’m going to go for it. He is worth that risk.
Lauren Leal Jan 2016
"I won't ***** you over."

For once in my life,
I need this to be real.
You know my past and present
understand how it might feel.
I know your situation
and I know it in and out
But despite it all I can't help but feel
That I'm only around from partial desperation.
I mean not this so harsh
But it's the bold reality
I'm so scared that you could leave a permanent laceration.
You can tear me apart
Without using your hands
You can take control of me
With such simple demands
I am scared that I might end up the puppet
and not the puppeteer
So please don't let me down
I have given you it all
If you choose to fail me,
Just simply let me drown.
This fell out of my mouth and I had to write it down.
KathleenAMaloney Dec 2015
Wanted.
always a word,
but none so meaningful as the word Lover

My arms around You now
Gratitude for a pillow

Will I ever Rise Up again? flowering?...

Born in this wheat field of Desire
I have killed a man.
His Name Was God

Taken for  Gospel
I have spoken the Truth of many..
but not He

he was always Loving.

I  lay with the multitudes,
now past
And Call for Life's forgiveness

It was into her cage that I once flew
Her Service that I was once Called

It is now as earthly Soil,
that I nourish.... soldiers rest.
Damian Murphy Dec 2015
There is something inside me,
lurking deep within the realms
which threatens to overwhelm
me utterly, completely.
Only occasionally
leaving me incapable;
totally vulnerable,
full of insecurity.

After the feeling subsides
what I find most troubling
is the power of this thing
that deep within me resides.
How I am at it's mercy
as it grows ever stronger.
I wonder how much longer
before it will consume me.
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