"vunerable" poems
Dark
Mysterious
Eyes that could lure
The most vunerable women
He just raised a finger
His will was done.
Who could match his will
New within the walls
Lurked someone
Who had a will of steel
Much like the weapons
She practiced with
She never spoke
Her eyes would speak for her
The warriors she encountered
Would lay their weapons down
At this ones feet.
He had heard
Of this silent warrior
So summoning her
He waited
To his suprise
She appeared
Standing in the rafters
Watching him
Instead of jumping down
Her image disappeared
And reappeared in front of him.
As he spoke
Her eyed flickered
She was a demon
When he was finished
A smiles crossed her face.
Her voice was barely above a whisper
"Dark Prince..
You summoned me...
Yet...
You cannot fathom....
The power I can unleash...
But I will stay...
But mark my words...
Tonight...
Darkness will forever...
Be your throne..."
She stayed with him
Staying in his shadow
Her demonic eyes
Flicker
Waiting for her time to play
From her Dark Prince.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
Honestly,
I find it rather cruel to leave me lingering.
Lingering like unwanted taint from a long, hard day of work.
You should of just crushed me.
You should of told me there was no hope.
You should have told me that it all was just a fallacy.
You should have made me hate you.
Even then, after I would regroup my dignity after being such a fool,
I do not believe my heart would wish ****** harm against you.
How pathetic do I sound right about now?
All I pray for is to have a stronger heart,
A stronger mind.
Already, I grow tired of pining over you.
The one time I decided not to shut someone out
And in return, I am left with a much larger void.
I greatly dislike my understanding personality.
It is something that I never possessed,
But I did not expect to find someone similar to me.
I simply wished that I was burdened
By the ignorant naivety of today's youth.
I am finding it quite factual that I am deemed cursed.
That real love or an ideal relationship,
Has forsaken me.
I am aware of the obvious.
I am aware of my own youth.
I am one who survives on the care for others.
Only for ones I see fit.
Alas, here I am rambling on about the usual.
All I must say, is that my feelings were true.
Surprising, actually,
For I was only seeking company
And found something much more.
I find it a burden to know that
Someone as good as you, is out there.
I simply wish, I perhaps will count the days,
That one day, I can call you mine
And I, yours.
We all know that is just the latest crazy talk
That mind-fuckery builds when we
Are alone, yearning for the things we cannot have.
**** this hopeless romantic heart of mine.
**** being weak.
**** being vunerable.
**** being understanding.
Just, **** everything.
I leave you with:
You should of just crushed me.
You should of told me there was no hope.
You should have told me that it all was just a fallacy.
You should have made me hate you
Yet, knowing I,
I want to linger.
I wish that I will linger in your mind.
If not, I simply hope that peace with shroud every inch of you
And that you will find what your heart seeks.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
The wind of the lines
Words that are unhinged and woeful
Vunerable enslaved with fear
As my anger grows heavy
Yet I guilt myself into you
My pretty red lipstick is ruined
Covered in your cheap sticky ***********
Having me feel shamed
You don't handle rejection
My guts are shattered
You make me eat the blame
Harrasing me until I'm lifeless
Then you mock me
As I spill my veins
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Dean Roberts had two homes
One was in port Adelaide and the other was in rhw Adelaide hills and he lived in the adelaide hills but he had paranoid mates living 3 doors down from his Port Adelaide home
You see there were squatters living there making everyone living around there scared to leave their homes and this usually happened every night from 4pm till dawn and then it appeared to be early but nobody went near the hooise except for dean Roberts who was hermless but the residents
Of the nearby homes barocsded themselves in their homes and there were psychiatrists around for anyone who becomes too scared to cross the main road and making sure no vunerable person was struggling getting to where they wanted to go or where they lived and dean Roberts was unaware of all this because there was no sign of people living there and dean's best friend Toni was the target in some way, you see she lived in the house opposite that house
And she called the police numerous times which forced cars to follow her making her look very scared but she still wanted to help the police remove them so she used herself as bait to catch them
But this was easy for them but Toni was in danger of losing her life making her scream so loud
But while Toni was with them dean was trapped inside his port Adelaide home but he broke the window and iinstead of going home to the hills he slept in his car waiting for the
Squatters to come back and When they did dean grabbed a broom and came in there saying come on get out of my house and then while that was going on Toni was panicking crossing the road making it half way across and then going back especially after they took her from her place of work and dumped her at the lights making her scared to hold someone even the police
Cause she watches the news where people dress up as police to take advantage of ladies like Toni and after dean got rid of the squatters for bow
He drove home with people yelling out to him hi mr hero
With people bipping their horn
Saying you are port Adelaide's
Hero but Toni was still struggling to get home and this forced the police to grab her and take her home
To take her medication and go to bed and one of the squatters returned and was caught and shoved in Ron coopers psych ward where he was put on eppelim and he was forced to one day tell them why he lived in dean Roberts property and squatter said his name was ken
Psrtley and Ron gave ken an injection of abilify to calm
Him down and Ron went back home and had pizza and coke
While ken was stuck in a Place he hated and Toni was still paranoid about crossing that road and dean helped her get through this like a friend would
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Love
Once upon a time
It rendered me weak
Wary
I crave not its company
I choose to be
Singular
Alone
Rather than vunerable
Avoiding the pain of attachment
The sickly sweetness of affection
The irritation of adoration
Love
Once upon a time
Blinded were my eyes
I silenced my cries
Covered the bruises
So none would know
I submitted to the blows
Red stripes filled my craving for attention
For my emotions ran deep
Love
Once upon a time
I became who I am now
Open were my eyes to that which I could not see
To hatred hidden behind loves face
Never again will I allow this to be
I choose to be solitary
Reclusive
I force love to vacate my heart
I am no longer weak
Love once upon a time
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Tammy M Darby
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Green dances like waves around her wide pupils, eyes lashes like curved feathers graze the top of her eyelid.
Flaming orange spirals from her beautiful mind down to the end of her back.
A canvas
Her face resembled as the flecks of freckles formed a gorgeous piece art.
Her body was as though it was sculptured carefully to put on display in greek goddess section of the museum
Sadly it wasn't
Instead her body was forcefully abused and harmed as it wasn't societys shallow idea of beauty
She wasn't tan
She wasn't blonde or brunette
Just a pale ginger.
She considered herself to be hideous
She became weak
Vunerable
Easy
It wasn't her fault
She needed the money
She lacked self esteem
And so selling her body gave her the worth and attention she never had.
Beaten
Hurt
*****
Her life was gone
The green waves in her eyes stop dancing
The lashes were now harsh lumps of dried mascara
Her beautiful hair was bleached blonde, frayed and cut.
And her body was now just another puppet to an old mans torture.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
I'm practically being kicked out.
No, silly,
Not out of my house or anything.
Just out of my position.
My favorite and least-favorite
position.
Well,
I would tell you all what position it is
but that's not how I work,
now do I?
I don't have much rage
I'm just crying.
No biggie.
I always cry
this time feels different
because I finally understand
that I was just filling that
position in.
That I was just
"keeping it warm"
for someone better to come along.
Technically,
they've been here the whole time though,
they were just hiding in the shadows,
lurking,
waiting,
till you were at your most
vunerable.
After all,
thats what demons are best at,
waiting.
Waiting till you need someone the most
so that they can put on a mask and
act like they'll always be there for you.
That they're your friend.
HA!
I've learned alot over the past year and
even though I may trust many,
I don't keep them close because,
you're right:
They always leave.
Even you will.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Shedding skin,
I am choking in myself
And drowning in the sea of on-lookers, watchers.
Twisting and bending
Just trying to escape, i'm still trapped
And they're closing in on me
Vunerable and small.
I shrink into a microscopic thing
A bug, dust, a thing.
I shrink in my fear
But they're still closing
So I grow. Enormous
Bigger, bigger
Towering over the crowd
From faux confidence
I stumbled on the spinning world
Fell and crushed them all.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
Your eyes cut me open like knives
Staring into my soul
You own me
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
Twenty four hours
stretching to a century
Engulfing the four walls
Of the lonely abode
haunting the soul
Of the grief stricken me
An enstranged tear
restless to roll down,
My gloomy, rosy cheek
Steps down from their abode
Leaving behind a trail of
Tell-tale blackest kohl
Memoires of you,
Haunting, transending..
And Oh! this taunting moon
Hiding behind the moving clouds
Peeping out, mocking at
My vunerable, lonely state
Brushing back my wet locks
I softly murmur your name
Against my powerless slender palm
When will you help me out
from this pitiable state
O my Eloquer....!!
© Neeloo 'NeelPari'
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
The Darkness
hanging onto the lightpole to keep from
falling into the wind
holding onto her hat to
keep from losing it in the air
when the moonlight shows through the dark clouds
she whimpers
clawing and scratching at the people to get away
from the maddening crowd
it's a dreary world out here
in the unknown and nowhere is a human in sight
she loses her strength every minute that passes
and the darkness follows her
the billowy clouds getting ever so darker
then comes the roar
as she hangs ever so tightly to the pole
taking in the sounds of the high pitch that
brings even the strong to there knees
and the sounds gets louder until the bright light fills the sky and
out comes the demon
scattering and hissing and clearing the runway
while sparks fill the air
I see the eyes of the demon and squint to ward off the twinkle
of the feeling of helplessness and am brought to my
senses by the moon so bright and full
in my drunken stupor after the moon has passed it's
lunor phaze I am whole again
until the next year when the time becomes shorter
and the people more vunerable in this life.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 4:57 AM UTC
Hey, are you okay?
You look like you need a friend
Averted stare, unmanaged hair, fresh wet skin under those eyes
Hey, are you okay?
I think we have all been there
Disturbed, unheard, horribly impaired
I love you and even if I didn't
There are a million--no, billions who would love you in a minute
Don't dread and tread all over that beautiful mind
I'll take you in and call you mine
Fix you up, give you strength
Until you are ready to take the lengths
Walk on your own again, remember how bliss feels
I'll give you my heart as a meal
Eat it up, love for two
And if I fall back you'll be ready to catch me
The never ending cycle of needing one another
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
She told me that life was harsh
That it was never fair
Everybody would turn against you in the end
Everybody would betray you
Despite little time spent with you
Quality over quantity
I always felt this connection that could be formed
But it never worked out
Every time I reached out and threw myself on the ground
exposing eveything
Surrendering everything to you
Putting myself in the most vunerable position ever
And you just turned as if you hadnt noticed
As if I didnt matter
As if I disgusted you
How could your own flesh and blood seem disgusting to you
Why wont you help me
My body is ripped as I scream to they sky
please just look at me Please anything ill do anything
But in thr end you were right
I dont matter
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
you and i
my dear one
have seen
so many
things
have taken
steps both
back and forward
have laughed
and cried
in many places
you have heard
my heart race
and watched me
sleep.
you know all
my secrets
but still
mysterious
you hold
your origins
within
the blue
twinkle of your
eye.
when we first met
for me i was
enamoured
instantly, lustful
of your graceful
beauty.
i had to have you
spent my last coins
but you were mine.
your glass so dusky
blue
washed by a million
waves.
encased in silver
filgree
and a oak tree motif
hand linked chain
you are my luck
my blue oak
bought almost
thirty years past
worn most every day
i feel naked undressed
vunerable
if you are not with me.
just a chunk of sea glass
to some
to me
loves repository.
holder of memory,
rememberance and hope
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
**I didn't need reminding
But you told me all the same
Great friends
What a laugh
I laugh
Then fall screaming
I never stopped hoping
I went through those old letters you sent
Summer nights
Sweet perfume filling the midnight air
Toes playing with the surf
As the breeze sweeps my hair
Back from my face
Captured in a photograph
I look so young
So free
So in love
Yet
So vunerable
Lines of love bleed onto the paper
Time never heals
It just sends us divertions
To cover the truth
It's hard to believe that young girl is me
I see myself differently
Through eyes that lost the tinted glass
Remembering
To replace the past where it lays
I move on to tomorrow
Then beyond
Life is sweeter
Life is worth living
Sleep now comes**
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become―
vunerable again.
Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.
Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.
The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.
My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
I can change my mood at the drop of a hat
One extreme to another; I'm the epitome of that
Selfishly I'll draw u in because I need ur touch
I'll push u away just as fast coz I care too much
Emotionally I'm wounded and don't know how to heal
I think things I shouldn't think and feel things I shouldn't feel
I take solace in silence rather than speak
I don't want to be vunerable I hate that I'm weak
I analyze our conversations, I break down every word
You could be singing praises but it wasn't what I heard
I always tend to listen to the voice I shouldnt hear
The haunting words of rejection, abandonment and fear
My triggers change daily, im so hard to predict
Happy one minute, the next moment; conflict
Pain,rejection, exhile and shame
I know I'm at fault but its you that I blame
I blame you for not knowing exactly what to say
I judge you for not doing the things I want done in a very particular way
Logically I get it, I understand the way I act
I don't how to fix myself, it's just a skill I lack
With all of my quirks and personality flaws
I feel it's for the best that I'm behind closed doors
Safer on my own so there's no pain's involved
Alone isn't ideal, but how else will my issues be solved
I can be me when I'm away from the crowd
I can just be myself cause I say I'm allowed
Where's this happy person that other people see?
It's time for me to let him out, time to be set free
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
We always knew I'd be the one to drown,
How I was surrounded by confident people
Never really made sense to me, when I was so
vunerable and selfconcious.
I never quite understood how I always knew
that the water would be the only one to take me
and the only thing I ever learnt to respect.
They always said drowning was peaceful,
But it always seemed a myth
Until the seabed caught me, and ****** away my fears,
fears of the future, the past, the truth and life.
And all the burning suddenly stopped,
like the water knew how to put out the fire in my lungs,
The voices in my head, floated away
and the scars seemed to vanish in the salt.
"Death is just another adventure..."
They were right.
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
I live by the sun
*Bright & happy
Nurturing & giving warmth
Embracing & encouraging others with a friendly love
With fierce passion & strength in every last part of my soul
Breathing life & excitement into all I can*
I love by the moon
*Mysteriously beautiful, you can't quite place your finger on why
Stealing kisses in the dark & maybe steal your heart too
Loving intensely & romantically
A seduction of lust yet of a love that is so unconditional, pure & true
I will see you in the most vunerable of times & still love you with all of me*
***Live by the sun, love by the moon
Yes, it's what I do***
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Sitting on the floor, just the two of us.
I just told you about how I don't know how to love myself,
and you promised you'll stick with me,
through the learning progress.
I'm falling for you,
falling so hard.
I want to hold you close, hold your hand.
You hugged me on the floor,
and then put your hand on my knee.
I held your hand. You didn't mind.
And then later? You called me cute.
I felt like my heart was gonna explode.
I don't like catching feelings,
the previous time didn't go well.
I am scared that history might repeat itself,
scared to be vunerable.
Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
On and On he travels, but will go no where.
On and On he looks, but will see nothing,
On and On he searches, but will find nothing but death.
On and On he remains, vunerable,
To Death's reaching grasp.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
There is something alluring
about the danger of falling in love-
handing over the most vunerable part of yourself,
your beating heart ,
and praying that they handle it with care.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Tell me what you see?
Tell me what you think?
I am like a piece of art in a museum.
Visable for everyone.
But only a few people can see what I truely mean.
I am like a book in the bookstore.
Everyone can see me but covers can be misleading.
Only one will get to read me.
Find the true me.
See my deepest secrets.
My darkest fears.
My hopes, my dreams, my everything.
I am like the rain.
Some people will only get wet.
Others will feel me falling on their skin.
This are the people I want to live with.
But they scare me too.
I am a poem.
Everyone can read me.
But only a few can read between the lines and see what I truely mean.
And I would love to meet someone who feels me like that.
But it scares me.
My true self being visable.
Vunerable.
All my fears, dreams, secrets, hopes open to see.
But I am ready.
Ready to show, to share.
So please take a look.
Maybe you are the one who sees me.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
i am
unvaluble,
vunerable, easily replacable,
broken, scarred,
and damaged,this is too hard.
i can not manage.
i am
a mess, a tragedy, a living breathing catastrophe,
and nobody can save me, maybe i should **** myself,
i dont think that anyone would blame me.
i am
a ghost of the happy girl i used to be,
i lost all of my friends, and somehow i
cant stop making enemys.
i have been destroyed by stress and insecurity.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
You tore me apart
In doing so
You have built a moat
For me between most
It is full of beautiful water
Sparkling
Bluey green white
A Silvery sight
Detecting and deflecting
Desire and fire
Unable to handle
or man handle
The feelings
Peeling
Healing
Feelings real
Allowing others to see
Vunerable sights
Showing internal fights
Proudly
Refusing
Fights and
Sights
Learning about myself
Learning to respect myself
Learning to love myself
Learning to be myself
Its not easy
Wording
Its uneasy
Identify
Its easy
Always pleasing
Oh the peace
Its such a release
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC