"vitiligo" poems - Hello Poetry

For years, longing long years I mourned my smooth, young honey-hued, freckle-filled summers. My tears, pander-eyed tears Trickled down the furtive, long-sleeved, camouflaged decades. I hoped hopeless hopes That the pallid,white-lashed jig-saw stranger in the mirror should leave. My fears, shadowy fears Multiplied, forming stark splashes across the carefree canvas of my psyche. Resigned, and re-designed The pattern of my life became cheery-faced denial-by-self-tan. And there, just where despair Had me in its mottled, stubborn, white-knuckled, piebald grip The long, long, longed-for thing Occurred – showering my bleached body and soul with golden shards of joy. The white, bright white Which blighted my confidence and leached the tones from my being Is going, going, gone And I am once again becoming who I always so secretly and subcutaneously was. I’m me… I’m free And blissfully, gratefully, ecstatically aware that the final letters of my life’s curse are… ... "I GO" Vitiligo © October 2011 Vitiligo Protocol

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC

vitiligo-protocol

Vitiligo

For years, longing long years I mourned my smooth, young honey-hued, freckle-filled summers. My tears, pander-eyed tears Trickled down the furtive, long-sleeved, camouflaged decades. I hoped hopeless hopes That the pallid,white-lashed jig-saw stranger in the mirror should leave. My fears, shadowy fears Multiplied, forming stark splashes across the carefree canvas of my psyche. Resigned, and re-designed The pattern of my life became cheery-faced denial-by-self-tan. And there, just where despair Had me in its mottled, stubborn, white-knuckled, piebald grip The long, long, longed-for thing Occurred – showering my bleached body and soul with golden shards of joy. The white, bright white Which blighted my confidence and leached the tones from my being Is going, going, gone And I am once again becoming who I always so secretly and subcutaneously was. I’m me… I’m free And blissfully, gratefully, ecstatically aware that the final letters of my life’s curse are… ... "I GO" Vitiligo © October 2011 Vitiligo Protocol

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Now You are a free oxygen radical, you set the chain reaction and there are more of you than I can detoxify. Then I breathed you in- -voluntarily; you were always there, at the end of the electron transport chain, you broke apart to accommodate my capricious protons and you changed state; for me. Now I am in oxidative s t r e s s as you are colliding your way through my melanocytes - and my skin is draining white and my eyes are burning red.

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC

a-n-h

Vitiligo

Now You are a free oxygen radical, you set the chain reaction and there are more of you than I can detoxify. Then I breathed you in- -voluntarily; you were always there, at the end of the electron transport chain, you broke apart to accommodate my capricious protons and you changed state; for me. Now I am in oxidative s t r e s s as you are colliding your way through my melanocytes - and my skin is draining white and my eyes are burning red.

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He calls my body a canvas, Tells me that it is beautiful. That my blemishes are beautiful, My hair that curls a little too much in the back is beautiful, My scars are beautiful, My acne is beautiful, My Vitiligo is beautiful, My stretch marks are beautiful. He tells me these things, And I'm scared to believe him; The idea of showing him my whole body is Terrifying. But if there's one person in the world, Who can look upon my body without disdain, With light in his eyes, It's him. I'm so thankful. How did I get so lucky?

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC

CodyHaag

My Canvas of a Body

He calls my body a canvas, Tells me that it is beautiful. That my blemishes are beautiful, My hair that curls a little too much in the back is beautiful, My scars are beautiful, My acne is beautiful, My Vitiligo is beautiful, My stretch marks are beautiful. He tells me these things, And I'm scared to believe him; The idea of showing him my whole body is Terrifying. But if there's one person in the world, Who can look upon my body without disdain, With light in his eyes, It's him. I'm so thankful. How did I get so lucky?

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In the end of it all I never try to search for answers to the riddle anymore, and the same songs will always find a way to play, unlike me. How do they manage it? I'm weak and already sleeping in the ground. A.D.H.T isn't special anymore and neither is Vitiligo, just like diabetes isn't anymore and neither is cancer or tumors or depression or anxiety anymore. We're just here not appreciating each other like everybody else. Every thought is a chemical imbalance in the brain and everybody's insane.

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Oct 28, 2015

Oct 28, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC

peyton-leigh-stille

Disease Deep

In the end of it all I never try to search for answers to the riddle anymore, and the same songs will always find a way to play, unlike me. How do they manage it? I'm weak and already sleeping in the ground. A.D.H.T isn't special anymore and neither is Vitiligo, just like diabetes isn't anymore and neither is cancer or tumors or depression or anxiety anymore. We're just here not appreciating each other like everybody else. Every thought is a chemical imbalance in the brain and everybody's insane.

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like the white clouds in the sky i have white patches on my skin the clouds make me happy the cloud on my skin snatches away my smile i just hope i just pray that one day my skin would be cloud-less

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC

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vitiligo

like the white clouds in the sky i have white patches on my skin the clouds make me happy the cloud on my skin snatches away my smile i just hope i just pray that one day my skin would be cloud-less

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14x 9 Presently worth $196,000 But what do I give away for the little girl that lives in the guest house And the needy children around here I turn on the light, and a picture of color, fabric, glitter, sparkle, and a few fashion faux pas stare back at me The black dress is an dior original I wore it to mom’s funeral My very first pink onsie from daddy is too small but it is too cute to give away The red and white plaid skirt I wore on my last day of junior high Tye-dye shirts the result of boring rainy Saturdays spent sitting around at home Black knee high boots, I call those my stripper shoes How could I part with any of this? Each color was handpicked to complement my skin tone and conceal my vitiligo Each botton here is one of a kind Each portion of fabric was created for my small frame Each scrap of embroidery was flown in from all around the world Each speak of sparkle made from sequins, mesh and satin had been ordered weeks in advance Each piece of lace and brocade was bought from a French tailor who went to school with daddy Each piece of clothing here is very dear to me How can I simply give away my memories to any old stranger?

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC

MidniteFaerie

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14x 9 Presently worth $196,000 But what do I give away for the little girl that lives in the guest house And the needy children around here I turn on the light, and a picture of color, fabric, glitter, sparkle, and a few fashion faux pas stare back at me The black dress is an dior original I wore it to mom’s funeral My very first pink onsie from daddy is too small but it is too cute to give away The red and white plaid skirt I wore on my last day of junior high Tye-dye shirts the result of boring rainy Saturdays spent sitting around at home Black knee high boots, I call those my stripper shoes How could I part with any of this? Each color was handpicked to complement my skin tone and conceal my vitiligo Each botton here is one of a kind Each portion of fabric was created for my small frame Each scrap of embroidery was flown in from all around the world Each speak of sparkle made from sequins, mesh and satin had been ordered weeks in advance Each piece of lace and brocade was bought from a French tailor who went to school with daddy Each piece of clothing here is very dear to me How can I simply give away my memories to any old stranger?

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