"underskin" poems - Hello Poetry

I leave in a hood where gun shots have become music to our ears. It goes like "bang-bang" We know its an alert that we are one short... I live in a hood where blood has Become the painting of street art... Its like we lose to gain... I live in a hood where underground kings have become the pimps of all clit's.. Its like "aaah-aaah" Yeah ***** you gon' be ****** for A ***** to gain rands... I like in a hood where knives have become friends with underskin.. Its like knives have been glued into pockets... So welcome to my hood...

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Jul 6, 2015

Jul 6, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC

UzileUzzieMazaleni

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I leave in a hood where gun shots have become music to our ears. It goes like "bang-bang" We know its an alert that we are one short... I live in a hood where blood has Become the painting of street art... Its like we lose to gain... I live in a hood where underground kings have become the pimps of all clit's.. Its like "aaah-aaah" Yeah ***** you gon' be ****** for A ***** to gain rands... I like in a hood where knives have become friends with underskin.. Its like knives have been glued into pockets... So welcome to my hood...

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understand me see.. the curve of my cheekbones underskin the relax of my shoulders as I exhale and.. I don't ask for perfection. but try..

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC

ip

Paint me

understand me see.. the curve of my cheekbones underskin the relax of my shoulders as I exhale and.. I don't ask for perfection. but try..

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I started with a tree, Brought the chainsaw And felled it. I trimmed off the branches, Stripped the bark To the underskin And let the sap drip. I used the log-splitter To make the trunk Into workable pieces. I chose a log, Used my wood-splitting axe To divide into four. I whittled down, Pared away All the insignificants Until I sat with a twig, One word, You.

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May 11, 2015

May 11, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC

francie-lynch

You Were a Tree

I started with a tree, Brought the chainsaw And felled it. I trimmed off the branches, Stripped the bark To the underskin And let the sap drip. I used the log-splitter To make the trunk Into workable pieces. I chose a log, Used my wood-splitting axe To divide into four. I whittled down, Pared away All the insignificants Until I sat with a twig, One word, You.

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Omens. A twiggy brown deadness Is tapping my window. A flowerless wisteria Waits sighing for Spring. Small underskin budlets Are ready for bursting. Winter's end omens Means greening draws near. New underground movement Starts wrapping the sightless. White rootlets are marching Towards their new year. Spring's deadly invasion Starts killing wind's eastness Bloomless persuasion Begins new petalling. An underneath breathing Sighs silent yet thirsty For first taste of lifeblood That Spring's "Hello" brings.

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Nov 15, 2016

Nov 15, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC

fay-slimm

Omens.

Omens. A twiggy brown deadness Is tapping my window. A flowerless wisteria Waits sighing for Spring. Small underskin budlets Are ready for bursting. Winter's end omens Means greening draws near. New underground movement Starts wrapping the sightless. White rootlets are marching Towards their new year. Spring's deadly invasion Starts killing wind's eastness Bloomless persuasion Begins new petalling. An underneath breathing Sighs silent yet thirsty For first taste of lifeblood That Spring's "Hello" brings.

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Well, you see, there is a place underground that is full of screams and tears and that place is underground and it’s underneath your skin and the screams fill your ears and the tears invade your eyes and you cry and cry and you don’t know why you cry There are monsters in your bloodstream that just don’t go away and they spit poison from their mouths whenever you think you feel okay they make everything hurt again they change your words so that you say “Today, today, I want to die today,” They create an impulse, send a message to your brain and your brain sends the message to your arms and to your hands and your hands pick up the knife and your eyes can already see the silver stained with blood And the metal touches your skin and it’s cold, icy cold and the chill runs across your skin and the chill dances over your vertebrae and wakes up your brain and you open your eyes and you scream and the knife clatters to the floor “What did I almost do? Oh, God, I almost died.” and you fall to your knees and cry and the monsters they titter and giggle and laugh so close, so close, you came so close There are ghost beneath your eyelids they lie to you, they blind you they make you see things not real they place flashes in your path and demons in the shadows and you are paranoid, so afraid and you never know what’s real and the ghosts whisper and laugh and drive you quite mad and you wish that you had the cold knife back But there is a way, a way, a way there is a way to make them go away Someone appears inside your world and you look in their eyes and the ghosts all fade away and gray is gone and the color returns and harsh reality is misted over by delirium and a kiss on the lips brings up a stir of desire like a whole new monster invading your bloodstream making you hungry, so hungry, hungrier for more and the warmth of love is a safety blanket and nothing can hurt you ever again unless cruel universe with wicked claws snatches love away, then all light is gone But now, right now, everything is safe, dear Everything is bright, dear Everything is right, dear So pretty please, don’t fret.

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC

MessageintheSky

Underskin

Well, you see, there is a place underground that is full of screams and tears and that place is underground and it’s underneath your skin and the screams fill your ears and the tears invade your eyes and you cry and cry and you don’t know why you cry There are monsters in your bloodstream that just don’t go away and they spit poison from their mouths whenever you think you feel okay they make everything hurt again they change your words so that you say “Today, today, I want to die today,” They create an impulse, send a message to your brain and your brain sends the message to your arms and to your hands and your hands pick up the knife and your eyes can already see the silver stained with blood And the metal touches your skin and it’s cold, icy cold and the chill runs across your skin and the chill dances over your vertebrae and wakes up your brain and you open your eyes and you scream and the knife clatters to the floor “What did I almost do? Oh, God, I almost died.” and you fall to your knees and cry and the monsters they titter and giggle and laugh so close, so close, you came so close There are ghost beneath your eyelids they lie to you, they blind you they make you see things not real they place flashes in your path and demons in the shadows and you are paranoid, so afraid and you never know what’s real and the ghosts whisper and laugh and drive you quite mad and you wish that you had the cold knife back But there is a way, a way, a way there is a way to make them go away Someone appears inside your world and you look in their eyes and the ghosts all fade away and gray is gone and the color returns and harsh reality is misted over by delirium and a kiss on the lips brings up a stir of desire like a whole new monster invading your bloodstream making you hungry, so hungry, hungrier for more and the warmth of love is a safety blanket and nothing can hurt you ever again unless cruel universe with wicked claws snatches love away, then all light is gone But now, right now, everything is safe, dear Everything is bright, dear Everything is right, dear So pretty please, don’t fret.

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