#stripped
some think only of a golden calf statue
pearls and diamonds,
the fur of an animal-
wrapped around their neck
looking ridiculous in their casket
when stripped of their vanity
- a cold grey waxed complexion
with blue tinges around their lips.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:30 AM UTC
Have you ever closed your eyes —
and, through the crack in the doorframe,
through the faint light of a streetlamp,
seen him
beyond it all?
Have you ever pulled the blanket over yourself,
feeling naked
beneath his gaze?
Call it foolish.
Call it life’s irony —
but heart, why do you race so wildly
when you switch the lights on?
Are you disappointed,
or were the pills
the final ****** of your heart?
Signed — Stripped. Of. Poem.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,
But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****
Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?
Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,
Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,
What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,
But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****
Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?
Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,
Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,
What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
Strip me bare of my insecurities
Lay a breath of cold air upon the chest I hide from all
Stripped of my shield
I sit vulnerable and scared
The galaxies and black holes,
That makes up my mind,
Widen with each word
Hopeful feelings lay in spots on my stomach and arms
Spots that have healed
But not left me
Dreams of acceptance and confidence
Have since become the shattered pieces of my bathroom mirror
The same mirror that makes me remember
All the ways my identity is fractured
Like the black holes in my eyes
There is a mystery to me
I believe that I am bad
I believe that who I am is disastrous to those around me
Yet what is an identity without such beliefs
Perhaps a good one
Colorful feelings, followed by dark and grey
That’s what you see when you strip everything away
Bones cracking from the pressure of being so conflicted
Signs of ripping as the heart tries to follow what it desires
The head, bleeding, as the pain of resisting grows
Cannot be me,
Give me back my insecurities
Give me back the bindings
Give me back my shield
Give me back my dark feelings and let me bleed
I can hold up fine
It is only my identity I am hiding
But we all know this is just a lie
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
It was void less on the dead tree branch,
or what was once something reaching
for the heavens but now it is rootless.
Digging into the earth, like a tombstone
of remembrance entwined in razor wire
woes.
It was cur once, now it is cut upon even in
death, every breath of life the world temps
it with just cuts deeper.
And the onyx crow, just perches on it.
silent, it just gazes at the others
neatly put into shallow graves of despair.
They are naked for all to see, for all to gaze upon.
stripped of decency. Shallow graves tease as though
they wish to flourish, roots are dismembered.
But where the branch fell, where the dismembered
remanence ****** of self horizontal.
When a tree falls no one hears it...
When the now guillotined life falls,
it fell upon its executioner..
In the woods now one hears you fall..
They bleed into the wood, the egg that hadn't
hatched now cracked open, a chick will no longer
fly high but sit on this deathly stripped void.
Every now and then, when I look out my window,
I see the field, and a crow with gapping vision.
And a silhouette of someone....
There neck arched and a smile crocked,
as if to say this is a coffin above ground..
And there slowly rotting in the earth that took
them all...
When a tree falls, when the leaves are stripped bare,
only the bones show, and it like those before
are just images of what fell when they decendedly silenlty.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
You've stripped me bare ,
exposed my weaknesses,
and torn my mask.
now all i can do
is bow down in humility
because You've positioned
me at the Cherith brook
to speak to me.
and
i've never been more grateful
to be bare with You.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
What has happened to this beautiful home
Broken down and stripped to the bone
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
A dead Christmas tree
was set out with a neighbor's trash.
It lay sideways, stripped
of half its needles.
A brown cat sniffed
one of its branches,
but then sauntered away.
All relationships eventually
lose their charm.
-Ron Gavalik
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
I feel like I’m losing a friend,
It started off slow,
Faded like your favorite t-shirt,
After one too many wash cycles.
Like the stretch of an overused rubber band,
Losing its resilience,
It’s snap,
It’s ability to bounce back.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the t shirt,
Going through the same cycle,
Over and over,
And expecting different results.
Like the shirt’s need to be clean,
Is my need for validation,
To not hurt your feelings,
To make me feel better about myself.
But I no longer care,
How you feel,
What you do,
Or who you do it with.
I made it through one last wash cycle,
One more strip of my colors,
My identity,
But somehow I came out brighter than ever.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Next time you talk to me
Take a second glance
Dig a little deeper
Don’t just graze over my features
And conform to the other superficials
Look me in the eyes
Peer into my soul
What you find won't be a surprise
Your eyes will fall upon the many fragments that comprise of me
The many fragments that I have stolen from others
Pieces of personalities that I have adopted as my own
For I have stripped myself of my individuality
And to most that is a incomprehensible thought
Why would one do such a horrible thing to themselves?
Why would one take the time to deconstruct themself
Pick apart every piece of their being
And will every part of them to be something they’re not?
Why darling, I’ve done it for you
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
When the walls falter,
crumbling within
realities windows,
shattered inwards
by the tears that are dwindling emotions.
There is no place to smuggle,
to hide within hollow walls.
Because when everything falls
were all exposed.
And everything is but a shell revelled.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
You caught my gaze
from across the room
The way your phone
cuts your face
with a light
You're beautiful
Would I ever leave you?
No. I could not quiet
the gray ghosts
that would haunt me.
Would I ever leave you?
Oh, would I consign my
soul into a
deathless state?
I would not.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
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.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
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.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
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.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
"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.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Trees surrender
Flowering nevermore
Stripped flesh
Beauty vanishes.
Paper cartwheels
Yesterdays news
Memories fade
Today anew.
Paper burns
Warmth given
Ashes cinder
Cold tree.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
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.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
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.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
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.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
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.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC