Long Vulnerability Poems
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Strips of being here are drawn all over you, fine lines intertwining with your skin,
It is not within the whites of dainty skies to praise who you are,
I hope you don't hide the only thing that makes you, you,
That unique spark, that fire burning deep within your soul.
The black mark curving down to your collarbones remembers the anguish you scrubbed off,
It is not an abyss's purpose to make you love staying,
I hope you don't die as someone you don't know, don't lose yourself in the cloak of a foreign identity.
On an endless night, with stars like ink dots on an ancient parchment,
I think of you, of the fragile strips that contour your being,
Of every line that tells your battles and victories,
Of the shadows dancing on your skin, echoes of a tumultuous past.
When the wind wanders through the leaves of old trees,
I feel your presence like a sad melody, a symphony of a lost soul,
And I wonder if you'll ever find peace in those shadows,
If you'll learn to embrace those black marks not as a burden, but as badges of honor.
In the labyrinth of your mind, where every thought is a dark corner,
I carry the hope that you won't get lost in the unfathomable depths,
That you won't be seduced by the abyss's call, won't dissolve into its silence,
That you'll find yourself, in all your splendor, in all your vulnerability.
Your soul, a wandering ship on emerald seas,
Floating among waves of thoughts and emotions,
Seeking a lighthouse, a guiding light to bring you home,
To a port where you can reveal your true essence, without fear, without a mask.
And perhaps, one day, when the sky is white again,
You'll dare to show the world that spark, that fire burning within you,
You'll understand that you are not defined by the black marks, but by the way you carry them,
That you are an entire universe, full of stars and constellations, and that every strip of you is a chapter in a magical story.
Never hide, never lose yourself,
Live as who you are, love what you are,
In this world of shadows and lights, of dainty whites and dark abysses,
Always find your way back to yourself, never forget who you are.
the sky resonates
with what’s written in the silk of stars,
in pulse-burned pensiveness,
penned in poignancy,
personifying pain
with yellow-gold dust,
where lament liquefies and softens
into an ethereal lake,
chronicling it with surging blue sparks ~
an evening elixir, enveloped
in confetti cravings…
this l o v e knows not
the ingredients of
ephemeral effervescence,
as the thriving tip of twilight
manifests the magic of want,
whilst I tremble,
engrossed in the thought
of moon-flame touch,
brimming,
brewing,
breathing
across cups of catharsis,
concocted with caffeinated calmness ~
aligning the inner innocence
still longing in loneliness,
amidst seated strangers
lost in their own appetizing lyrics,
clothed in cold cobalt colors,
unaware of the emptiness
they feed their mindless muse
from superficial spoons
filled with smoke and silence ~
like scattered illusions,
illustrated with surreal ink…
what if I hold onto forever fallacies
hiding within?
would I be promised
a peaceful plate of patience
beneath ineffable iridescence ~
for I’ve feverishly struggled
to rephrase the verdicts behind
faces phasing in the haze of life,
sipping sorrow
as if it were mocha ~
balmy, bittersweet,
burning in sync with my
Swarovski crescent crooning
lullabies to diamonds dancing
in infinite nebulae,
carrying secrets the table holds,
served in sincere oblivion…
and I am still learning and healing
the soul’s breaking lines,
to leave lovelorn reveries
without losing the light of lucidity,
letting go of their narrow narrative
of me and my ache ~
of us and our heat,
as even the routined routes
could not erase what’s
handwritten in a heart made heavy…
so wait not for the
rise of supernova sanguinity ~
I am not the warmth of woven woes.
I am a charismatic chameleon,
~ c o m p l e x ~ cautious ~
catching comet-notes,
camouflaged in melancholic versions
of humankind,
hiding vulnerability
within firm flares of vivid vibrations…
O beloved night,
on this terrace, I devour, not alone,
but evermore lonely,
i m m e r s e d
in the forlorn frequency
of stellar fire…
A guarded heart, a fortress built so high,
Behind the walls, a hidden tearful sigh.
I see the shadow, the yearning in your eyes,
A truth unspoken, a silent, sweet disguise.
The words you choose, a carefully veiled script,
A smile that falters, a playful, teasing flip.
You jest and laugh, a mask to hide the ache,
The unspoken longing, the words you cannot break.
But whispers dance, on breezes soft and low,
A yearning melody, a story yet to flow.
I sense the weight, the burden that you bear,
The dreams unspoken, the fears you cannot share.
Don't be afraid, to let the barriers fall,
For hearts unguarded, are the strongest after all.
Let vulnerability be your guiding light,
And share your truth, beneath the moonlit night.
A listening ear, a hand outstretched in trust,
A safe embrace, where shadows turn to dust.
I know you're holding back, a treasure yet unseen,
But open up your heart, and let the love convene.
For in that space, where walls begin to bend,
A deeper connection, a friendship that will mend.
So trust the journey, and take a chance to see,
The beauty that is there, when finally you're set free.
Donkey’s in the land of Israel in the 1st century,
Were used to carry goods about the country,
But could also carry women, children and the ill,
Because they were strong and quiet, did chill.
So when Jesus entered Jerusalem on that day,
On the Sunday before his crucifixion, away,
He deliberately chose a donkey to ride on,
To communicate effectively, with abbreviation.
A donkey was premium to the professions,
The areas industry’s for selling productions,
Which depended on donkeys for transportation,
For their future and reputation’s momentum.
So Jesus was saying by riding that donkey,
That he was key to the wave that they did see,
That how his death was remembered, thought,
Would determine the legacy that he’d wrought.
Also, he assumed a sensitivity by that ride,
A vulnerability that he had and he felt inside,
Because he took the place of a fragile person,
Suggesting that memories were your liaison.
So he won and achieved a triumphant entry,
Because he proclaimed himself Christianity,
And that, just like a child, he needs lifted up,
Onto the donkey, where there’s a warm cup.
As I lay with you in front of me,
My mind begins to wander.
As I strip down my clothes,
I struggle to strip myself.
The ugly scar that tears my side,
The gaping wound under my bellybutton,
The stomach that swells and bloats
Can I really show you who I am?
The stereotypes were never true.
I’m not a beast who needs to be tamed.
I’m only a man who wants to love and be loved.
Is this enough to make you want to stay?
I’ll strip myself down to reveal my insecurities,
Relinquish the thought of never being enough,
Wrestle with the voices echoing to end it all
Will you still want me if I start to fall?
Laying here with you isn’t just pleasure;
It’s the first place I’ve felt safe.
I’ll give you compassion, and my trust
Is this too much for you to hold?
The door is right there, and I won’t stop you.
But if we do this, I’m giving you all of me.
Please, don’t use that against me.
I will wrap my arms around you,
But will you hold me,
And see me the same?
SHOW FAITH TO TRUST WITH,
EYES CLOSED; FINGERS CROSSED.
AMONG THE LIVING ARE THE DEAD
IN THE LAND OF THE LOST.
BURY YOURSELF IN WORDS,
WRITING AND READING.
KEEP YOURSELF BUSY,
KEEPS THE HEART BEATING.
MAKE TIME FOR THE ONES YOU
LOVE, NOW AND LATER.
IF YOU’RE A BELIEVER,
THEN THANK THE CREATOR.
BE KIND, SAY WHAT YOU
NEED TO SAY.
DON'T PUT IT OFF, NOT EVERYONE
HAS ANOTHER DAY.
TAKE RISKS, VULNERABILITY
CAN BE BEAUTIFUL.
WHEN YOUR OLD YOUR SPIRIT
CAN BE YOUTHFUL.
FILL YOUR FISSURES AND CRACKS
WITH PATIENCE.
SET AN ATTAINABLE LEVEL FOR
GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
DRINK SOME TEA, SPEND QUIET
MOMENTS IN THOUGHT.
STAY LOYAL, BE PROUD OF YOU
CAN'T BE PERSUADED OR BOUGHT.
TRY HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH
A COMPLETE STRANGER.
BE ON GUARD YOU CAN RECOGNIZE
INCOMING DANGER.
ALLOW YOURSELF TO LET GO,
DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEING STUCK.
BELIEVING IN YOURSELF IS THE SAME
AS A STROKE OF LUCK.
SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER,
TO NOT ASK WHY.
LEARN TO SMILE WHEN YOU
WANT TO CRY?
Turbo1904?
In the realm of shadows, a ghost did appear,
With a body of mist, she drew near.
Playing chess alone, I was startled, you see,
But she joined the game, inviting me.
"Why so scared?" she asked, with a sigh,
"People flee when I'm nearby."
"I can go," I offered, trying to be kind,
But she pleaded, "Stay, if you don't mind."
We played on, our fears aside,
In her insecurity, she couldn't hide.
But through our game, a bond we found,
In her vulnerability, beauty profound.
So let's be kind to ghosts we meet,
For beneath their fears, hearts beat.
In their insecure plight, let's lend an ear,
And show them that empathy is near.
contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Skukuza healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
biltong shreds
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he pierced her teenage framework newly
smoothed with rosemary
galaxies watched in horror
scratched her legs with longing paws
Gen Z’s roared their rage across
the continent
she bit her presence into his poverty
townships waited in mourning
her virginity ripped
identity equals Acturian
vulnerability is paintbrush memories
seven shadowy children
are to arrive crystal
not through her uterus
Empty rooms and a lonely thought,
Reviving bad memories and the sadness brought,
So much loss with only knowledge gained,
Hurt but not broken my heart simply stained,
Resisting the urge to rebuild loves guard,
Allowing vulnerability to be seen is hard,
I'd rather hurt than not feel love at all,
That euphoric feeling is worth the fall,
If only the good outweighed the bad,
Cherished moments spent secretly mad,
Countless tears I unwillingly shed,
Repetitively killing negative thoughts in my head,
Realising the truth I no longer know,
Questioning things wont help love grow,
Changing who I am tore us apart,
His amazingness owned my heart,
Without him near I barely feel whole,
I know what it feels like losing part of your soul,
For him id fall all over again every day,
I truly love him unconditionally in every way.
Written: March 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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In the storm's embrace, chaos reigns,
Winds howl through the ruins of shattered dreams.
Dark clouds of fear flow like streams,
Yet within your arms lies peace in my veins.
I draw strength, knowing rainbows will emerge,
Rising from the depths of this cyclonic surge.
The sun's warmth will restore my vibrant core,
Like treasured jewels, it's how I thrive and soar!
Your touch whispers secrets to my soul,
A refuge amidst the wild tempest raging toll.
Though the world may crack and splinter apart,
Together, intertwined with you, I'm whole at heart.
I witnessed your earnest attempt to lend a hand,
Reaching out to hold me close, a warm, gentle band.
In your embrace, I found myself rendered still,
Mirroring the strength of your unwavering will.
Fear dances like shadows cast by lightning,
Yet love stands steadfast against the gale,
Vulnerability finds strength in connection scale,
And turmoil fades beneath the warmth of igniting.
Amidst the tempests outside, serenity starts to bloom,
Resilience flourishes from the bond we assume.
True stability thrives within our shared embrace,
As love dissipates chaos, bringing solace to its place.
We let our hearts bloom into stems to bind us.
The scenery can be wiped out by the storm.
But I will always hold you close to my heart, warm.
Calm, stability, and comfort will always be our plus!