vulnerability
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I’m so scared
Scared to love again
I’ve been alone for so long
I’ve built a wall that keeps me safe
I’m to worried to let the wall down
Collection of cinquain poems that can be read individually or in consecutive order
Why me?
My young soft skin
Innocence stripped from me
the stars were sprinkled across the dark evening sky when i had poured wine from my eyes and inebriated myself on the intoxicating liquor
You are the greatest secret
kept from yourself.
It is in hiding your Light
that you become lost.
It is in resisting the moment,
VULNERABILITY
It’s a marvelous sight
to open the curtain
and give the stage
to vulnerability
with her sweet rage
she's the sister of love
so free
truthfully, vulnerability is like an open flamebut you take the leaplike an astronaut
The misconceived perception that everyone travels in the same direction
The unreliable source that life is full of projection
The not so teachable lesson that the world is a place of rejection
There once was a boy who cared what people thought.
He thought about other people’s thoughts quite a lot.
What he really wanted, the boy struggled to know,
Drugs were addicting. I suppose I enjoyed seeing everything and feeling nothing. Though I did kind of feel alive - to be staring into the face of the Grim Reaper. He once wrapped his hands around my throat.
Why can’t I simply
Walk in?
The doors, they gleam
Their thick glass, it seems
Impenetrable.
Inside I know their eyes
Will corner me into the wall
Why is it that they all
falling, falling, falling but where
The wind rushes against my ears
Jarring them into a state of shock
Poof, no sound
I cannot hear
The scene begins
The FIRST BOY waits
Framed by shame and regret
that hang around his neck like chains
The DEVIL whispers in his ear
You foolish foolish boy
The brave never settle,
can’t seem to rest.
I know this, but I’m
resting in a chair
sipping the diluted
“tea” I paid five dollars for
these walls have been staring
what are you waiting for?
i need a moment
its not as easy as it looks
embodying solus
Everyday i wake with an unquestionable fate
Of how my life is odd and also beautiful in a number of ways
There's a method to how you can measure madness and it consists of vulnerability
Everyday i wake with an unquestionable fate
Of how my life is odd and also beautiful in a number of ways
There's a method to how you can measure madness and it consists of vulnerability
She looks at the mirror
with glistening tears
staring at what nobody else could ever see.
Scars invisible to the world
mar all of her thoughts in regard
to what she could be
and what she sould see
Look up to the sky, what's beyond
what you can see?
Are there angels
struttung,
spilling
and tripping
over themselves as we do?
See around.
Who's beyond what you can see.
Please don’t look
Don’t look
Because I don’t know if I can say this if you do
Turn your back and listen
But listen to me
They are some of many billions
Some do walk-ins, some do sit-ins
One eats plenty, enough for four
One is but a raw, empty core
Rooms capture nothing
Without wallpaper
Coverless books
Dangle bare
Eroding the roots
Of cotton-bound truths
premeditated achievementwarm kisses sporadically laidin a sea of bewilderment between the cotton waves enclose me in your pillowsdeep in the feathery sandour smiles graze the skies
It's the way we hold hands
In the face of adversity.
When you tell me your
Not satisfied.
When you remember my
mothers birthday.
Because I Love You…
You are the last thought in my mind as my eyes struggle to stay open.
More than that,
I stopped having to claw my way out of bed in the morning.
I hate to admit it, but
Breathe deep
The fear of collapse
Stole the wind
That belonged to your gut
Fill up with him
Let him flow through indigo tubes
Straight to the center
Into the heart
Eyes focus in
Virginity:
By Shanti Lunita Bartz
We braced ourselves,
Dear bodies,
For the breaking and the bliss.
You move to unzip the back of my dress-
(the white one probably, tight and very couture
which might be irrelevant,
but adds to the overture)
-but keep pulling the metal tab
down the gray train tracks
Seething,
She takes a bite.
I tore like gossamer,
Like she knew I would.
She was a butcher by nature.
And I was the raw meat
Sprawled on her porch,
Not all poems have to be deep
Like a small puddle, reveal your feet, jump in.
Some are short and sweet
With words that bond strong like iron.
Or so funny you'll slap your knee
Caught between one life and the next,
the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing.
Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes
humming up through jagged earth.
My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
I don't promise insight, so take this vulnerability
There's something ugly in mistakes and I am going to let them see
on purpose. They're nervous for
bad anecdotal jokes and blank notes, rote comfort buy the hour.
Vulnerability was never meant to be a weakness,
as innocence was never meant to be a disability.
But in this cruel, revealing world,
Love is an unrealistic target
If I told you I wore my heart on my sleeve
You wouldn't believe,
because its barely a heart.
It's bruised and its scarred
From all the places its been marred
by my own insecurity.
and you used to come here with me-
but i guess that segment of our relationship has
come to a close and
i don't know if i can wash the taste of you
out of my mouth
forget the scratch
Once upon a time
(She was torn down to the bone
nothing left except for the voices inside her thin skull.
She was vulnerable
or easy as some may call it.
He took her heart
Don't go, please don't
he cried out to his sun
as her restless waves
crashed his words into one
His numb, brittle fingers
tried to lift her spirit up
but the moon continued to linger
Honey dew drips down my spine
my veins reach out
to negate existance of this vine
oh silly me
i will be free
fall is coming in due time...
then i will dance with the others
It’s a love/hate thingThat I wish I could stop.It’s a Cinderella dreamThat I wish I could swap
Looking to kill time. Thinking of taking a nap but find a trail instead. Signs at the start saying, "Under Construction." Under Construction. Nature? Under Construction? How Silly! I follow what is inside, I am nature not a sign.
You stand alone on a street corner
In a gray city of steel and cold
Your arms full of blankets
Woven from sunbeams you plucked
From empty skies
You give them all away
The way we see ourselves is a very powerful thing. It not only builds or breaks the fortress around us it allows others to step into our realms and puncture our castles. It displays vulnerability and hides destruction.
Love to your body
Love to your psyche
Strip your insecurities
Reveal your humanity
While getting between your physical
Quivering souls, shivering soles.Icy hands, icy feet. I see the sun peeking through the trees, I see a gun leaking endlessly. Skull it holds, bullet holes.
Every minute, every hour, every day..I will stay... Right here patiently waiting.. keeping my mind busy, as to not always think of you...
Words that dissect the insanity and gives clarity
to a torture moment, a tortured being. Feelings of a
scrambled puzzle, being put together, finally being
able to see the picture for how it was meant
Our fathers’ dream has been realized Here we stand, America the greatOn democracy but still not finalized,As we are ever changing, no end date
Dressed in army greens
Brown boots, tags around his neck
Finally he’s home
No trace of a smile
He is very different now
Finally he’s home
He was in the field
The cries of war surround
common soldier
as the men rush onward
in excitement and yell
But the opposition is fierce
and men fall fast
as straight as arrows
Common soldier obeys
That summer I had just turned nineteen
Is when I saw you in shorts of camouflage green.
You saw me when you were playing football with some pals
not long ago you brushed me off
without a care in the world
about your words with thorns
This deceiving hell
burning to the touch
UNBEARABLE suffering
the Dreaded feeling
In the past semester,
I’ve learned and experienced,
Valuable things.
I met someone.
A man of 23 years at a club,
When I was 18.
He and I clicked,
First we ran together,
Then he fell behind
In my time of need, words rushed me
Incoherent and strangled words
Fearful and swarming in my mind
So I took them into my hand
And stuffed them into my pocket
They became scattered and sullied
