"sagittal" poems - Hello Poetry

She was afraid of anyone ever seeing her naked, because then they would know; they would know all of the brokenness and all of the things that she was afraid of and every mistake she had ever made. They would be able to see the insecurities she held like glass in her crosshatched palms and the lies she lived in the sutured remnants of her torso, a thousand stitches of regret sown haphazardly along her sagittal plane. And they would know that this decimated shell housed her disfigured soul; The ultimate humiliation.

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC

lauren-upadhyay

On being emotionally naked

She was afraid of anyone ever seeing her naked, because then they would know; they would know all of the brokenness and all of the things that she was afraid of and every mistake she had ever made. They would be able to see the insecurities she held like glass in her crosshatched palms and the lies she lived in the sutured remnants of her torso, a thousand stitches of regret sown haphazardly along her sagittal plane. And they would know that this decimated shell housed her disfigured soul; The ultimate humiliation.

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Ethereal. That's the squirming quality of that health-hazard house, where a byproduct of divorce emulsion slept in a bare room on a bare air mattress, vacuously lying around with the blinds down, vicious AM radio mumbling through the walls. Homeschooling was more like becoming housebroken, given that my social network consisted of thirty feral cats. I suppose some boys require a deadbolt on their room's door. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. The apathy cloud that crawled the house led to a (the deadbolt was to lock me out of my room; not in) prison break; I awkwardly assured myself that I would never be anything if I was still Pinocchio, and pleaded to go to liberal-dominated-non-Rush-Limbaugh-approved public schools. I did; I got into university, I got a grant, I do research, I got a job, I got a girl, I got a job, I got a girl... I don't know how to leave my room now that I'm free. I still hear the crackle of conversative talk radio. 'Cause we'll put a boot in your *** / It's the American way. Like trembling flotsam I drift into every class, every party, every... A poem can regurgitate a person who is all covered in spit and acid and memories. I still know that house better than I know my own breathing body. I'm just going to keep running; like a yellowed refrigerator housing second-amendment-upbringing-coleslaw; like an overheating computer; like I always do; statically, in stasis. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

michael-shepherd

On looking at my Sagittal fMRI

Ethereal. That's the squirming quality of that health-hazard house, where a byproduct of divorce emulsion slept in a bare room on a bare air mattress, vacuously lying around with the blinds down, vicious AM radio mumbling through the walls. Homeschooling was more like becoming housebroken, given that my social network consisted of thirty feral cats. I suppose some boys require a deadbolt on their room's door. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. The apathy cloud that crawled the house led to a (the deadbolt was to lock me out of my room; not in) prison break; I awkwardly assured myself that I would never be anything if I was still Pinocchio, and pleaded to go to liberal-dominated-non-Rush-Limbaugh-approved public schools. I did; I got into university, I got a grant, I do research, I got a job, I got a girl, I got a job, I got a girl... I don't know how to leave my room now that I'm free. I still hear the crackle of conversative talk radio. 'Cause we'll put a boot in your *** / It's the American way. Like trembling flotsam I drift into every class, every party, every... A poem can regurgitate a person who is all covered in spit and acid and memories. I still know that house better than I know my own breathing body. I'm just going to keep running; like a yellowed refrigerator housing second-amendment-upbringing-coleslaw; like an overheating computer; like I always do; statically, in stasis. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

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I’m not your typical, I’m a lyrical genius It’s my make-up, DNA boy it’s in my genus Out of this world, they say I’m somewhere flowing out in Venus With my hand on my scenic route Preparing for that stick and move Smack him with the backhand, breaking in my tennis shoes Find my way around like I own a set of tentacles If you talking diet, it’s the water with the minerals. On another pinnacle, the best on my minimal Imagine If I’m physical Its ridicule, cause you in my visual Subliminal, alter ego is identical. Looking for the finish move, moral compatible Split you down sagittal, problems mathematical Catch you on the avenue, straight up to the capital Left the Adirondack’s, different set of contacts. Yea , I’m stilling doing me dog, opponent’s that I leap frog Emotions on a see-saw, cooler that the sea shore Even better than before, that’s what you got beef for. Run the game , that’s what you got feet for In my deep thought, contemplating deport Came up on the gutter, north side, we call Freeport.

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Dec 28, 2014

Dec 28, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC

artistryzn

FrEEstYle

I’m not your typical, I’m a lyrical genius It’s my make-up, DNA boy it’s in my genus Out of this world, they say I’m somewhere flowing out in Venus With my hand on my scenic route Preparing for that stick and move Smack him with the backhand, breaking in my tennis shoes Find my way around like I own a set of tentacles If you talking diet, it’s the water with the minerals. On another pinnacle, the best on my minimal Imagine If I’m physical Its ridicule, cause you in my visual Subliminal, alter ego is identical. Looking for the finish move, moral compatible Split you down sagittal, problems mathematical Catch you on the avenue, straight up to the capital Left the Adirondack’s, different set of contacts. Yea , I’m stilling doing me dog, opponent’s that I leap frog Emotions on a see-saw, cooler that the sea shore Even better than before, that’s what you got beef for. Run the game , that’s what you got feet for In my deep thought, contemplating deport Came up on the gutter, north side, we call Freeport.

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I bind to you like carbon, but you are like the electron, neither here nor there... The molecule never forms. We fall back into our elemental essences-- This was not the first time; we have touched before, but we are not like the building blocks of life clashing into one another until from lifelessness life springs. No, we are like sagittal and transverse planes At odds with one another's dimensional cues. Yet our lines are bound to cross, as all dimensions intersect. I get stuck in these corners we form, but there are no corners in the Universe. When I see this I am free of you I pass through you like light through clear crystal, suddenly aware of my dimension-- All the parallel fibers of timespace around me... Together we travel into eternity.

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC

aetheria

star-crossed

I bind to you like carbon, but you are like the electron, neither here nor there... The molecule never forms. We fall back into our elemental essences-- This was not the first time; we have touched before, but we are not like the building blocks of life clashing into one another until from lifelessness life springs. No, we are like sagittal and transverse planes At odds with one another's dimensional cues. Yet our lines are bound to cross, as all dimensions intersect. I get stuck in these corners we form, but there are no corners in the Universe. When I see this I am free of you I pass through you like light through clear crystal, suddenly aware of my dimension-- All the parallel fibers of timespace around me... Together we travel into eternity.

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The nurse glared at me With eyes Like needles tensing every muscle in my body Her voice projected “Within the past year, have you had *** with another man?” Do cows moo? Is water wet? I’M A GAY MAN Can you go a whole year without *** Nurse Turned away by the nurse I walk home dejected Reflecting on my body Dissect me, Nurse Coronal Sagittal Transverse You will find that We are one in the same kind Blood brothers Blood sisters Bathing in the same pool of life Swim Float Tread Cleanse in the blood bath But no The Nurse Pouring poisonous prosecutions into the placidity Leaves me to drown in the slimy slander “I am not poison! I am not less! I am not the labels you continuously condemn onto me!” Let me bleed for another’s breath Nurse, Look at the parched patients Surrounding this body of blood Vessels yearning, screaming to be quenched Blood Blood Blood Take me Use my healthy privilege So you can live another day Nurse, nurse, nurse Aid and AIDS Two separate entities Me Forced into association with the demon Promiscuous sodomites of hell I melt before you Provide the aid they need And Jesus said, “This is my blood of the covenant Poured out for many”

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC

tyler-park

Take Me

The nurse glared at me With eyes Like needles tensing every muscle in my body Her voice projected “Within the past year, have you had *** with another man?” Do cows moo? Is water wet? I’M A GAY MAN Can you go a whole year without *** Nurse Turned away by the nurse I walk home dejected Reflecting on my body Dissect me, Nurse Coronal Sagittal Transverse You will find that We are one in the same kind Blood brothers Blood sisters Bathing in the same pool of life Swim Float Tread Cleanse in the blood bath But no The Nurse Pouring poisonous prosecutions into the placidity Leaves me to drown in the slimy slander “I am not poison! I am not less! I am not the labels you continuously condemn onto me!” Let me bleed for another’s breath Nurse, Look at the parched patients Surrounding this body of blood Vessels yearning, screaming to be quenched Blood Blood Blood Take me Use my healthy privilege So you can live another day Nurse, nurse, nurse Aid and AIDS Two separate entities Me Forced into association with the demon Promiscuous sodomites of hell I melt before you Provide the aid they need And Jesus said, “This is my blood of the covenant Poured out for many”

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