"bloodwork" poems - Hello Poetry

For years I’ve had marbles tucked in my mouth, Different colored weights that pulled on my glands, on secret saliva. For years I’ve had marbles in my mouth and I forgot to spit them out or hide them away so I let them become permanent placements in my always-cavities; soon they even slipped so easy into my bloodstream. The black ones made me say yes too often. The reds made me want to bleed. The blues made me cry, obviously. They stood guard on my tear ducts, deciding when and how to show emotion. They didn’t let me cry that night. They didn’t let me cry for months. Now I am crying almost everyday, and I am shooting those blue marbles straight to the moon; I’ve had it with avoiding emotion every day of my life. The yellows made me want to forgive you, made me want to **** on sunshine, made me want to clamber into your mother’s arms, let her know that it wasn’t your fault. The yellows are ******** The cat eyes have me avoiding eyes with every man on the street, so sure they will spit out words that they expect me to lap up like milk with an easy grin, tail twitching for attention. The cat eyes have me distrustful, have me always knowing it could happen again. The rainbows loosened my tongue, had me admit secret sexualities, let me march in parades and kiss girls, had me falling over myself tripping into love. I’m not sure who this poem is for anymore, or what it’s even about. The doctors say I have the cleanest bloodwork they’ve seen in a while, I don’t ask them about the marbles. They refer to some of them as disordered. I’m not sure if they’re marbles anymore, I think they’re just me, and I’m sorry I’m getting off-track, the marble in my hand right now is glitter and sparkle and confusion and I’m trying so hard to stay put. Give me the orange ones, the fire, ones that looks like Mars or Jupiter. Give me two moons, or maybe sixty-six. Give me a giant ladder. This is about running away. This is about playing with your marbles and learning everything about them and staying put.

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Sep 23, 2012

Sep 23, 2012 at 5:11 AM UTC

meaghan-g

Untitled #72

For years I’ve had marbles tucked in my mouth, Different colored weights that pulled on my glands, on secret saliva. For years I’ve had marbles in my mouth and I forgot to spit them out or hide them away so I let them become permanent placements in my always-cavities; soon they even slipped so easy into my bloodstream. The black ones made me say yes too often. The reds made me want to bleed. The blues made me cry, obviously. They stood guard on my tear ducts, deciding when and how to show emotion. They didn’t let me cry that night. They didn’t let me cry for months. Now I am crying almost everyday, and I am shooting those blue marbles straight to the moon; I’ve had it with avoiding emotion every day of my life. The yellows made me want to forgive you, made me want to **** on sunshine, made me want to clamber into your mother’s arms, let her know that it wasn’t your fault. The yellows are ******** The cat eyes have me avoiding eyes with every man on the street, so sure they will spit out words that they expect me to lap up like milk with an easy grin, tail twitching for attention. The cat eyes have me distrustful, have me always knowing it could happen again. The rainbows loosened my tongue, had me admit secret sexualities, let me march in parades and kiss girls, had me falling over myself tripping into love. I’m not sure who this poem is for anymore, or what it’s even about. The doctors say I have the cleanest bloodwork they’ve seen in a while, I don’t ask them about the marbles. They refer to some of them as disordered. I’m not sure if they’re marbles anymore, I think they’re just me, and I’m sorry I’m getting off-track, the marble in my hand right now is glitter and sparkle and confusion and I’m trying so hard to stay put. Give me the orange ones, the fire, ones that looks like Mars or Jupiter. Give me two moons, or maybe sixty-six. Give me a giant ladder. This is about running away. This is about playing with your marbles and learning everything about them and staying put.

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8am solo endless drives in Purgatory Will you remember me? Will you still say say my say my name Or have I disappeared into all these varying shades of 8am Have I become the way I looked at him? Will I fade here? Or will I reignite only to show you up Turn up and burn up I know you never wanted me Just wanted the person you imagined me to be Now all I see is the white lines of this highway Purgatory Will you remember me? Will this be Forever? 8am fade out good so slow I'm nobody's baby so nobody needs to know My glass bloodwork and hazy brain I know you don't see me the same Purgatory.

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Aug 26, 2016

Aug 26, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC

caroline-williams

Purgatory

8am solo endless drives in Purgatory Will you remember me? Will you still say say my say my name Or have I disappeared into all these varying shades of 8am Have I become the way I looked at him? Will I fade here? Or will I reignite only to show you up Turn up and burn up I know you never wanted me Just wanted the person you imagined me to be Now all I see is the white lines of this highway Purgatory Will you remember me? Will this be Forever? 8am fade out good so slow I'm nobody's baby so nobody needs to know My glass bloodwork and hazy brain I know you don't see me the same Purgatory.

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I went back to the doctor And I swear, this is no fib He told me that the line I found Was ...get this...yes..a rib!!! I told him, doc, you're crazy I've not seen one in years Except for ones I eat in bars And wash down with ten beers He said, "Well, Mr. Turner" "That's a rib...as sure as **** He said "you must be losing weight" "and you've uncovered it" "I've been a doctor for a long, long time" "and believe me when I say" "I've seen a lot of ribs my boy" "And I'm seeing one today" I asked him "will I soon get abs?" He told me "that will come in time" "Don't put the cart before the horse" "That sir, is a crime" "You've found a rib, you're doing well" "Your bloodwork came back good" "Cholesterol is way way down" "It's showing what it should" I said "I can't believe it" "good blood and ribs as well" "I've got to get on facebook" "I've lot's of folks to tell" I then went on to tell him I could see below my lap He said "it's not your ***** "It's just a dried up ,old , skin flap" "Take your time and you'll get healthy" "You've more ribs to go and get" "You're doing much, much, better" "But, your'e still not healthy...yet" I said "there's something wiggling" "When I look down, past my nose" He said, "you won't believe me..." "But, I think you see your toes" I couldn't take the good news I almost fainted dead away Good blood, a rib, and now my toes This was a special day The best part of this visit The most important news Is that because I see that skin flap I'm no longer peeing on my shoes!!

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Apr 30, 2013

Apr 30, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC

roger-turner

Another doctor visit

I went back to the doctor And I swear, this is no fib He told me that the line I found Was ...get this...yes..a rib!!! I told him, doc, you're crazy I've not seen one in years Except for ones I eat in bars And wash down with ten beers He said, "Well, Mr. Turner" "That's a rib...as sure as **** He said "you must be losing weight" "and you've uncovered it" "I've been a doctor for a long, long time" "and believe me when I say" "I've seen a lot of ribs my boy" "And I'm seeing one today" I asked him "will I soon get abs?" He told me "that will come in time" "Don't put the cart before the horse" "That sir, is a crime" "You've found a rib, you're doing well" "Your bloodwork came back good" "Cholesterol is way way down" "It's showing what it should" I said "I can't believe it" "good blood and ribs as well" "I've got to get on facebook" "I've lot's of folks to tell" I then went on to tell him I could see below my lap He said "it's not your ***** "It's just a dried up ,old , skin flap" "Take your time and you'll get healthy" "You've more ribs to go and get" "You're doing much, much, better" "But, your'e still not healthy...yet" I said "there's something wiggling" "When I look down, past my nose" He said, "you won't believe me..." "But, I think you see your toes" I couldn't take the good news I almost fainted dead away Good blood, a rib, and now my toes This was a special day The best part of this visit The most important news Is that because I see that skin flap I'm no longer peeing on my shoes!!

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I've dreamt of you as you are but a foot closer, submitted, less committed. Can you hear this? Come from another's rooted backbone, I ought to be punished for this. What makes you want to listen? Where this is now stays cold churns bloodwork in turn burning in turn a force. What this is - a lingual confession, one sided an open curse an act to be acted upon. I've tried before, these motion-picture-soundtrack open invitations. What makes you absorb permanence? And who are you anyways but dark eyes over the smoked and strained a villain mirage romantic breath cutting through the melted sea of humanus general? What is happening now is rude and ode-ish. Extract what you like best and run. Kiss it twice and think back to the grind machine beyond dances tearing space consuming time. Move through them make time come again and again. Meet the forbidden and breaks its jaw. Ask me again.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC

devan-proctor

Dare

I've dreamt of you as you are but a foot closer, submitted, less committed. Can you hear this? Come from another's rooted backbone, I ought to be punished for this. What makes you want to listen? Where this is now stays cold churns bloodwork in turn burning in turn a force. What this is - a lingual confession, one sided an open curse an act to be acted upon. I've tried before, these motion-picture-soundtrack open invitations. What makes you absorb permanence? And who are you anyways but dark eyes over the smoked and strained a villain mirage romantic breath cutting through the melted sea of humanus general? What is happening now is rude and ode-ish. Extract what you like best and run. Kiss it twice and think back to the grind machine beyond dances tearing space consuming time. Move through them make time come again and again. Meet the forbidden and breaks its jaw. Ask me again.

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I never had a lover Who didn't approach me Without a knife poised behind his back. Without teeth straight like razorblades. I fell in love with the eyes... I assume it's my eyes they fell in love with too. Permanently dilated. When I look in the mirror... When I peer into my own soul, I open the gates to Hell. It's as if I can see into Hades, With a fiery passion that burns holes in the atmosphere Like greenhouse gasses. Maybe lovers approach me Because my demons call to them, Begging them to send me home. You speak in tongues Like an exorcist Trying to expel my demons. I imagine I still haunt you, And that night haunts me too. You're the woman in the waiting room Preemptively searching for answers, Already aware That results from the bloodwork Won't ease her strain... And I am the uneasy doctor Trying to calm your nerves Before I break the news That nothing is as it should be And never will be again. I wish you had thought of us Before I walked away And you hesitated So that you could ensure You didn't miss - Checking my back for my stab wounds Which were merely lacerations. In hopes I'd be another addition To your killstreak... But this isn't a video game And if it were, I'd be the juggernaut And you'd be the camper.

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Feb 24, 2015

Feb 24, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC

SleepingPewty

bloodwork

I never had a lover Who didn't approach me Without a knife poised behind his back. Without teeth straight like razorblades. I fell in love with the eyes... I assume it's my eyes they fell in love with too. Permanently dilated. When I look in the mirror... When I peer into my own soul, I open the gates to Hell. It's as if I can see into Hades, With a fiery passion that burns holes in the atmosphere Like greenhouse gasses. Maybe lovers approach me Because my demons call to them, Begging them to send me home. You speak in tongues Like an exorcist Trying to expel my demons. I imagine I still haunt you, And that night haunts me too. You're the woman in the waiting room Preemptively searching for answers, Already aware That results from the bloodwork Won't ease her strain... And I am the uneasy doctor Trying to calm your nerves Before I break the news That nothing is as it should be And never will be again. I wish you had thought of us Before I walked away And you hesitated So that you could ensure You didn't miss - Checking my back for my stab wounds Which were merely lacerations. In hopes I'd be another addition To your killstreak... But this isn't a video game And if it were, I'd be the juggernaut And you'd be the camper.

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heartbeat is god has a drum. footprint is they held her down to comb the beach. handful is the blowing of bubbles into falling ash. bloodwork is the soft biting the soft on the subway. body type is baby. see: commonly evacuated cities. eye is eyewear for the beheld. mouth is you’re good with your mouth. soul is god doesn’t.

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May 27, 2014

May 27, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC

barton-d-smock

sobriety

heartbeat is god has a drum. footprint is they held her down to comb the beach. handful is the blowing of bubbles into falling ash. bloodwork is the soft biting the soft on the subway. body type is baby. see: commonly evacuated cities. eye is eyewear for the beheld. mouth is you’re good with your mouth. soul is god doesn’t.

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The taste never waste her time Justify Spanish Fly College girl juicy She will mix you like paste What to predict The terror reacts Good taste change it bad Tantalizing So pursuing Never ever sunrise She comes For U Celeste The rank ruling Mark her Masquerade Edible bites food Bra push up- parade Pushed you down Celeste Wears it tasty frown Secretly confided When the sun goes down The time share Who shares The Celeste moon collided She-wolf The mix he gets a taste Vampire *** Whole in one Gulf of Mexico Mr. Rocco Hot and spicy foods she will burn you Taco Meat Million layers of layers of her moon runners Her Madly loves The Mediterranean Kiss the floor she walks on Villa Blue sky Eats so high Tower-food shot Godzilla Cremeolla Write me Mozilla Salads cheese Mozarella Saint Gennaro Feast sticks like her Stucco Do one's best The Budapest The Monk Please the temptation Celeste All blessed Self-interest Please don't bring junk Resisting arrest She loves her armrest What about his Iron fist O- Bloodwork B- The Hood-Wink Going Northwest His talk stinks Columbus You know Polaris Mall the best All taste Food Monolopy Polly crackers Dismal never happy Brie taste of lies Cukoo nest Never rest Eucalypti Italy Syrupy Say Hi Valentine Wii Wee She La femme French Hi and kiss

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

robinHelloRow

Celeste Never-ever Taste

The taste never waste her time Justify Spanish Fly College girl juicy She will mix you like paste What to predict The terror reacts Good taste change it bad Tantalizing So pursuing Never ever sunrise She comes For U Celeste The rank ruling Mark her Masquerade Edible bites food Bra push up- parade Pushed you down Celeste Wears it tasty frown Secretly confided When the sun goes down The time share Who shares The Celeste moon collided She-wolf The mix he gets a taste Vampire *** Whole in one Gulf of Mexico Mr. Rocco Hot and spicy foods she will burn you Taco Meat Million layers of layers of her moon runners Her Madly loves The Mediterranean Kiss the floor she walks on Villa Blue sky Eats so high Tower-food shot Godzilla Cremeolla Write me Mozilla Salads cheese Mozarella Saint Gennaro Feast sticks like her Stucco Do one's best The Budapest The Monk Please the temptation Celeste All blessed Self-interest Please don't bring junk Resisting arrest She loves her armrest What about his Iron fist O- Bloodwork B- The Hood-Wink Going Northwest His talk stinks Columbus You know Polaris Mall the best All taste Food Monolopy Polly crackers Dismal never happy Brie taste of lies Cukoo nest Never rest Eucalypti Italy Syrupy Say Hi Valentine Wii Wee She La femme French Hi and kiss

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I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC

BCJaime

Gone

I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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