#bodyparts - Hello Poetry

A cracked skull. The fluids choke me senseless I gag on a rotten finger Flashback, Arms bent like a bobby pin. Used; for unlocking a key, Thirteen ribs. Please, there's no space to breathe Air wraps its finger around my throat Choked, Legs hollowed like a carcass. Preyed; by a fetid vulture, I’ve a broken heart with many tears The only way for repair is to be put on a list. I must struggle my way up O! But haven't I struggled enough?

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Dec 3, 2025

Dec 3, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC

anaia

Diagnosis Part 1: Tortured

A cracked skull. The fluids choke me senseless I gag on a rotten finger Flashback, Arms bent like a bobby pin. Used; for unlocking a key, Thirteen ribs. Please, there's no space to breathe Air wraps its finger around my throat Choked, Legs hollowed like a carcass. Preyed; by a fetid vulture, I’ve a broken heart with many tears The only way for repair is to be put on a list. I must struggle my way up O! But haven't I struggled enough?

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I’ve got: Horns for thoughts; and feelings that are for the vague Glass for eyes, their tears are just old memories of dreams A nose exhaust, blowing hot smoke to cool off the engine A beard of grass; hoping the waters of time helps it grow I’ve got: A void for a smile; a darkness that quietly hides away in the pit Quiet lips made out of violin strings; a humble refrain to play A mighty sword for words, with a bold voice so cutthroat And each breath is ****** being an inch of one’s lost vanity I’ve got: Wrists like a heavy grey cloud; a sleeve that can easily bleed Fingers made of needles; an unfortunate hold pinned to the present Denim for skin; the dyed hues of generations stuck in my genes Moss for a heart; a love only by the surface- no seeds to grow I’ve got: Bones made out of dust; can’t clean the stain of sin by myself Ginger in my soul; aromatic- filled with a vigour of liveliness But this body is so meagre; so eager to find new means to grow But I don’t own a piece of it, at all- I’ve borrowed it for a time, An agreement with life; as sleep is the middleman and death Is the Great debt collector…

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Jul 29, 2024

Jul 29, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

Debt 2

I’ve got: Horns for thoughts; and feelings that are for the vague Glass for eyes, their tears are just old memories of dreams A nose exhaust, blowing hot smoke to cool off the engine A beard of grass; hoping the waters of time helps it grow I’ve got: A void for a smile; a darkness that quietly hides away in the pit Quiet lips made out of violin strings; a humble refrain to play A mighty sword for words, with a bold voice so cutthroat And each breath is ****** being an inch of one’s lost vanity I’ve got: Wrists like a heavy grey cloud; a sleeve that can easily bleed Fingers made of needles; an unfortunate hold pinned to the present Denim for skin; the dyed hues of generations stuck in my genes Moss for a heart; a love only by the surface- no seeds to grow I’ve got: Bones made out of dust; can’t clean the stain of sin by myself Ginger in my soul; aromatic- filled with a vigour of liveliness But this body is so meagre; so eager to find new means to grow But I don’t own a piece of it, at all- I’ve borrowed it for a time, An agreement with life; as sleep is the middleman and death Is the Great debt collector…

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My eyes were on my hands My freckles upgraded to bumps My nails dug in my face My elbows had replaced my knees My kidneys swapped places My hips found a home in my chest My teeth bit at my skull My whole spine flipped upside down My brain dropped to my feet My heart, soon enough, took its place And I ran from my fate Racing against what was unknown

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC

Crooked_Mantis

Fear

My eyes were on my hands My freckles upgraded to bumps My nails dug in my face My elbows had replaced my knees My kidneys swapped places My hips found a home in my chest My teeth bit at my skull My whole spine flipped upside down My brain dropped to my feet My heart, soon enough, took its place And I ran from my fate Racing against what was unknown

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Men ‘love’ with their Muscles  Women with their hearts This leads to some confusion When sharing body parts! When ***** asks ****** “Are you coming out to play?” She wants some kind of guarantee He’ll not just ****** then run away!  When he presents his love stick Pretty it is not! So, if a girl accepts it She must like you a lot!  So tidy up your quiver bone Keep your flesh tower fresh Spice up your wee sausage She’ll sort out the rest!

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Aug 31, 2017

Aug 31, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC

Glasgow-Girl-G1

Body Parts!

Men ‘love’ with their Muscles  Women with their hearts This leads to some confusion When sharing body parts! When ***** asks ****** “Are you coming out to play?” She wants some kind of guarantee He’ll not just ****** then run away!  When he presents his love stick Pretty it is not! So, if a girl accepts it She must like you a lot!  So tidy up your quiver bone Keep your flesh tower fresh Spice up your wee sausage She’ll sort out the rest!

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…your eyes and the way they linger on my face the way they sparkle the way they tell things your mouth can’t just like "i love you" or "i hate you" just like "leave me alone" or "i need you" …your hands and the way the graze on my skin the way they touch me here and there the way yours dominates mine …your voice and the way it creates waves in my ears the way happiness emanates from it the way you ramble and how it makes sense to me the way your voice shakes when you want to say those words …your lips and the way it touches mine the way it quirks up the way they fit on mine the way it turns crimson when you go harsh on mine …you you, you, you it’s always you and the way you make me feel things i have never before the way you run in my head along with the clandestine thoughts it’s always the way you’re you

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC

rianaurora

It's Always...

…your eyes and the way they linger on my face the way they sparkle the way they tell things your mouth can’t just like "i love you" or "i hate you" just like "leave me alone" or "i need you" …your hands and the way the graze on my skin the way they touch me here and there the way yours dominates mine …your voice and the way it creates waves in my ears the way happiness emanates from it the way you ramble and how it makes sense to me the way your voice shakes when you want to say those words …your lips and the way it touches mine the way it quirks up the way they fit on mine the way it turns crimson when you go harsh on mine …you you, you, you it’s always you and the way you make me feel things i have never before the way you run in my head along with the clandestine thoughts it’s always the way you’re you

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i'll give you my bones, and help you make the house. i'll give you my mind, so you can decorate it as a room and sleep. i'll give you my skin to make cradle for the children inside you. i'll give you my hair, to make blankets to keep yourself warm. i'll give you my bodyparts, to make the furniture in your new house. i'll give you my lips, to lull your nightmares to sleep. i'll give you my eyes, so you can make the clouds in your house, that will cry when ever you are sad.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC

Yourbird

House of clouds

i'll give you my bones, and help you make the house. i'll give you my mind, so you can decorate it as a room and sleep. i'll give you my skin to make cradle for the children inside you. i'll give you my hair, to make blankets to keep yourself warm. i'll give you my bodyparts, to make the furniture in your new house. i'll give you my lips, to lull your nightmares to sleep. i'll give you my eyes, so you can make the clouds in your house, that will cry when ever you are sad.

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My lungs are collapsing, My breath is growing short, My mind is relapsing. My feelings are caving in, My heart is beating slow, My face is craving for your skin. My eyes are fixated on your lips, My hand wanting to be intertwined with yours, My body longs for you to caress my hips. My nose loves the smell of your cologne, My ears can't help but hear a ringing in the distance, My mouth hates the way you say "I'm sorry to leave you alone".

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC

msquires

Change My Mind

My lungs are collapsing, My breath is growing short, My mind is relapsing. My feelings are caving in, My heart is beating slow, My face is craving for your skin. My eyes are fixated on your lips, My hand wanting to be intertwined with yours, My body longs for you to caress my hips. My nose loves the smell of your cologne, My ears can't help but hear a ringing in the distance, My mouth hates the way you say "I'm sorry to leave you alone".

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