#bodyposi - Hello Poetry

Some days it's going to hurt Its going to feel like my body is a stiff, unforgiving cocoon And my vibrant colors are trapped deep inside and aching Some days my bed feels like a cage of comfort Self soothing but at the cost of others I **** on a pacifier at night sometimes Dipped in honey So I can just barely connect with my cousins Maybe tomorrow I'll fly with them Sometimes I get real sad That I don't have hard edges, and defining lines I have dimples and ripples Covered in marks and scars and hair Take refuge in a branch that appreciates me Enveloped from the sun Barely audible whispers through growing tangling veins Saying I'm enough But others think I haven't hatched yet That I have work to do A droplet catches I'm sensitive Sometimes I understand it deeply as deep as I'm inside myself Other days I fantasize about breaking out Vibrantly, with elegance But at the end of the day Beauty, and what that means Isn't exclusively me or you There's no right way Or wrong I'm not a project Or an unfinished song At the end of the day Its every single piece And when it comes to yours, someone sees

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC

RatQueen

chrysalis

Some days it's going to hurt Its going to feel like my body is a stiff, unforgiving cocoon And my vibrant colors are trapped deep inside and aching Some days my bed feels like a cage of comfort Self soothing but at the cost of others I **** on a pacifier at night sometimes Dipped in honey So I can just barely connect with my cousins Maybe tomorrow I'll fly with them Sometimes I get real sad That I don't have hard edges, and defining lines I have dimples and ripples Covered in marks and scars and hair Take refuge in a branch that appreciates me Enveloped from the sun Barely audible whispers through growing tangling veins Saying I'm enough But others think I haven't hatched yet That I have work to do A droplet catches I'm sensitive Sometimes I understand it deeply as deep as I'm inside myself Other days I fantasize about breaking out Vibrantly, with elegance But at the end of the day Beauty, and what that means Isn't exclusively me or you There's no right way Or wrong I'm not a project Or an unfinished song At the end of the day Its every single piece And when it comes to yours, someone sees

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Eyes reflect love and laughter, create a window for the world to view a beautiful soul, perceive so much light, see the vivid brightness of everything around but what I choose to focus on is how they barely function without corrective lenses, the color of the iris is too bland, and they allow too many tears to fall. Hands sweep away tears softly, give love the opportunity to be tangible, rest upon a friend's back to support, sweep across the ivory to make emotions audible but what I choose to focus on is how they shake when in social situations, the lack of length in the fingers, and the obvious absence of another hand to hold. Legs support my whole structure, provide transportation for adventures, serve as a resting place for his weary head, function each day without conscious effort but what I choose to focus on is how angry red stretch marks line the skin, the way my fat calves get stuck in jeans, when they fail to endure the miles to run.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 4:18 AM UTC

foxfriend

Hating the Perfect Body

Eyes reflect love and laughter, create a window for the world to view a beautiful soul, perceive so much light, see the vivid brightness of everything around but what I choose to focus on is how they barely function without corrective lenses, the color of the iris is too bland, and they allow too many tears to fall. Hands sweep away tears softly, give love the opportunity to be tangible, rest upon a friend's back to support, sweep across the ivory to make emotions audible but what I choose to focus on is how they shake when in social situations, the lack of length in the fingers, and the obvious absence of another hand to hold. Legs support my whole structure, provide transportation for adventures, serve as a resting place for his weary head, function each day without conscious effort but what I choose to focus on is how angry red stretch marks line the skin, the way my fat calves get stuck in jeans, when they fail to endure the miles to run.

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my body and i, we do not always get along. our relationship, like that of an old married couple. an old married couple who got married a little too young, too unprepared, too wild. a couple that's been together way too long, so long that, now we could not be with anyone else. we don't know how to and anyway, we have the same friends. my body and i, we fight a lot. years upon years of arguments, betrayals. too many feelings have been hurt. i'm not sure if there is even any trust left, both equally as guilty as the other. but there's still love there, somewhere, deep down and every now and again that goodness will appear, hidden within the little things; leaving meals out for each other, tucking the other into bed after a long day warm showers. small moments of love we stay together.

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Aug 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC

sofiahoefiglyster

toxic

my body and i, we do not always get along. our relationship, like that of an old married couple. an old married couple who got married a little too young, too unprepared, too wild. a couple that's been together way too long, so long that, now we could not be with anyone else. we don't know how to and anyway, we have the same friends. my body and i, we fight a lot. years upon years of arguments, betrayals. too many feelings have been hurt. i'm not sure if there is even any trust left, both equally as guilty as the other. but there's still love there, somewhere, deep down and every now and again that goodness will appear, hidden within the little things; leaving meals out for each other, tucking the other into bed after a long day warm showers. small moments of love we stay together.

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this body has always felt more like a prison than a sanctuary but a life sentence beneath my skin seems less daunting since you've come around

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC

saturnjpg

shackles

this body has always felt more like a prison than a sanctuary but a life sentence beneath my skin seems less daunting since you've come around

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Our bodies are not temples, I will not be invaded as such. We are ecosystems. Made of grit, blood, and change. Packed with multitudes of intricacy, We love like gushing streams. Wound like thorned bush. Hurt by humanity like hunted prey. As we burn, as we are cut down, As we are wounded, crippled, abused, We still grow.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC

Birwin

Ecosystems

Our bodies are not temples, I will not be invaded as such. We are ecosystems. Made of grit, blood, and change. Packed with multitudes of intricacy, We love like gushing streams. Wound like thorned bush. Hurt by humanity like hunted prey. As we burn, as we are cut down, As we are wounded, crippled, abused, We still grow.

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