"ventral" poems - Hello Poetry

sternum (n.) a bone extending along the middle line of the ventral portion of the body consisting of a flat, narrow bone connected with the clavicles and the true ribs. I remember taking an anatomy class in high school, we had to memorize the bones of the body - the skeletal system. Scapula, humerus, mandible all favorable to the tongue, but I never liked the word sternum, it sounds far too angry, nothing like the supple it actually is. Years later I would still find myself walking to work and naming them off. Bones on my mind. Tibia, ulna, femur, breastbone. Breastbone rolls around my mouth, lulls my anxiety towards its twin like a boat in calm waters. I think of your breastbone as a platform to profess my fascination. I am surprisingly amazed every time I count the steady rhythm of your heart, it's sound conducted as though your breastbone is a soundboard. I feel the slight ridges of your ribs when my head lays in the valley of your chest. There's not a day that I wouldn't love to get lost in the formations of your bones, each crevice a new place to hide - lounging in the curve of your collar bone, plucking the muscles of your fingers like guitar strings, getting lost to the soft scent of skin, and memorizing the plush roundness of your ******* each sensation leaves me with a new obsession. I look for replicas in everyday life, the hunt almost as intoxicating as smoke from campfires, or plucking wishbones from hens.

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Feb 9, 2014

Feb 9, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC

lydiakaye

sternum (n.)

sternum (n.) a bone extending along the middle line of the ventral portion of the body consisting of a flat, narrow bone connected with the clavicles and the true ribs. I remember taking an anatomy class in high school, we had to memorize the bones of the body - the skeletal system. Scapula, humerus, mandible all favorable to the tongue, but I never liked the word sternum, it sounds far too angry, nothing like the supple it actually is. Years later I would still find myself walking to work and naming them off. Bones on my mind. Tibia, ulna, femur, breastbone. Breastbone rolls around my mouth, lulls my anxiety towards its twin like a boat in calm waters. I think of your breastbone as a platform to profess my fascination. I am surprisingly amazed every time I count the steady rhythm of your heart, it's sound conducted as though your breastbone is a soundboard. I feel the slight ridges of your ribs when my head lays in the valley of your chest. There's not a day that I wouldn't love to get lost in the formations of your bones, each crevice a new place to hide - lounging in the curve of your collar bone, plucking the muscles of your fingers like guitar strings, getting lost to the soft scent of skin, and memorizing the plush roundness of your ******* each sensation leaves me with a new obsession. I look for replicas in everyday life, the hunt almost as intoxicating as smoke from campfires, or plucking wishbones from hens.

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There are flies on your eyeballs You're no longer there And they dance in the strands of your wavering hair Mr. Raccoon, you've a faraway stare Your countenance tells You're finally at peace Now a home for the others The flies and the fleas A small leak from inside And the forest throng listens The smile grows wide Your ventral fur glistens To beetle and mite A bountiful feast A sickening sight As you bow to the East **** to the sunset You've no need for art Now you dance the minuet In the forever heart

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Sep 7, 2016

Sep 7, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC

Brotherjimmy

Ode to Rocky

There are flies on your eyeballs You're no longer there And they dance in the strands of your wavering hair Mr. Raccoon, you've a faraway stare Your countenance tells You're finally at peace Now a home for the others The flies and the fleas A small leak from inside And the forest throng listens The smile grows wide Your ventral fur glistens To beetle and mite A bountiful feast A sickening sight As you bow to the East **** to the sunset You've no need for art Now you dance the minuet In the forever heart

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Slice and chop into the dirt exacerbate into the earth Pillow-lined: the metal slate My mental state triggers a string that plucks at the guts and resonates up, scraping The ventral pull of innards Takes my head down with it As I listen to syllabic 'Toungue-and-Bleek' No talk of god lifting the weak Only if mortals sleeping 'Cept the thing, is that, mortals are all I've seen This lucid dream is my home This sweet by-and-by is all I've known We grow together We grow apart We grow alone We take these pills to take us home Yet when we're rolling in our beds all we ever fear is death Accept the fact we are alone Close our eyes and dream of home

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Jan 18, 2017

Jan 18, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC

Gadus

A Psalm to Set You Free

Slice and chop into the dirt exacerbate into the earth Pillow-lined: the metal slate My mental state triggers a string that plucks at the guts and resonates up, scraping The ventral pull of innards Takes my head down with it As I listen to syllabic 'Toungue-and-Bleek' No talk of god lifting the weak Only if mortals sleeping 'Cept the thing, is that, mortals are all I've seen This lucid dream is my home This sweet by-and-by is all I've known We grow together We grow apart We grow alone We take these pills to take us home Yet when we're rolling in our beds all we ever fear is death Accept the fact we are alone Close our eyes and dream of home

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