Short Disfiguring Poems

There is an ambiance about you.

A sadness but a rarity

Wish I could individualize you...

Impart..

Define you...

I anticipate obliging you.

Caressing your bruises

Running my fingertips across your disfiguring tenement.

Telling you it'll be OK.

Even thought it wont.

I still wanted you to know

You're beautiful....

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Drowning in disgrace
Shame faced
Denying Christ again & again
Falling into sin
Carried by the wind
I send the pain below
Deep down into the undergrowth.

Like a moth attracted to a flame
Lame, I'm mangled with regret
I forfeit the race to become a mace
Disfiguring my face
I stand disgraced
Longing for a place
Finding God in my brokenness....

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I scratch at my rib cage
Nails clawing at my skin
As if I could scrape away
The extra weight I feel I've gained

It's like the devil's inside of me
He's disfiguring my bones
I fall to my aching knees
God make him leave me alone

 Trapped inside my eyes I'm  screaming
The numbers on my scale are screeching
Their maniacal laughter devours my dreams
Someone save me I'm afraid to sleep


-ARI...

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This early morning venture not relent,
before the bias shades my soul's content,
and some disfiguring instills its meant,
the chore necessitates, and I am bent ~

I actualize and then conditions spent
do hypnotize my thought, and slow intent!
Before I summarize my day's extent
precarious of reason, now resent ~

Am praying thee are well, but more consent
to thy significance . . . from blessing's sent!...

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My heart broken
Sliced
Cut 
So deeply
Tiny incisions
They hurt the most

Paper cuts 
Thinly
The pain lasts longer that way
The loss I feel
Seeping out in the quiet of the harrowing nights

You break your heart everyday
The moment you wake up
And live without her
Now from inside
It does it of its own free will

My heart is crying
Dying
Disfiguring
Disforming
Birth cord cut like at birth


My Mum died......

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Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.

Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.

Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A terminal disease.

Our love is like a tumor:
A surging love, so great.
But it’s become disfiguring;
It’s time to radiate....

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Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned


Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer  paired.


Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.

If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..




For
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet 
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~...

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In making seem true that which is pretended to be,
                 hypocrisy can truly be 
                       unpretentious 
              in fulfilling itself in ways grim 
                         and hideous.


 It is a mask that eats deep into the skin and flesh, 
           gnaws at the bones and sinews with 
                         nary a trace,
            eventually disfiguring the wearer's 
                              face!...

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Mirrors surround me
I see myself there
A disfigured face
And body within
All aligned so wrong
I dislike the look
That's in the mirrors
It's horror filled
And disgusting view
I want to throw rocks
At the silver lined
False display mirrors
Imaging hatred
Corrupted terror
Displaying so wrong
Hoping that someone
Would come on along
And purposefully
Break the old mirrors
To rid of horror
And the disfiguring
It displays sadly
May I never see
The mirrors that's here
Surrounding me now

Russell Sivey...

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