Under My Skin Poems - Poems about Under My Skin

my skin doesn't fit me. it looks like it does from afar but its all gooey and it doesn't hug me in all the right ways. but then again is it like that for everyone or are my senses undeceiving? is it tailored for everyone but me? or is it imposter syndrome and its just my desire to be diFferent" i will know once...

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Touch me where I do not tremble. Make of me a scent without a name. Let sound become what breath once was before it learned to speak. Let the tongue forget its hunger. Listen to me with the skin of thought. I seek no salvation, only time that vibrates beneath the skin. ...

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I blame it for the pain As i try and understand its secrets As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me Its supposed to protect the me from the world But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it im supposed to take care of it keep it smooth perfect for the picture but i am...

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Each scar has a name, etched into my skin— White lines barely visible on my pale arms. There’s one for every heartbreak I ever got, One for each battle I silently fought, One for all the wrongdoings I had, For every time my thoughts turned bad. Each scar holds a memory, a ghost from the past, Every cut done silently, hidden away...

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His mind was an abyss Of emotions And endless questions Of the world around him He wasn't much of a speaker But he was definitely a thinker His mind was a safe place Where he could speak freely Without being harmed He hated the outside world He was scared if he stepped outside He was afraid the racists might strike So instead he...

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I was beaten in school for speaking Themne my own tongue a melody they called a wrong note. I ran to my father for comfort but he looked away called me foolish for not knowing the world had changed. I knelt beneath the old tree offering thanks for rain and harvest they said I was lost praying to shadows and myths. I wore my lion skin...

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We brought a puzzle to the cabin, rented on a Friday-front holiday. Our tween was bored before we passed the first exit. We needed the escape— a break from where we'd been and where we were (or thought we were, then). I bit my lip the whole drive, sucked in my stomach hoping you'd eye me sideways. I was fine-tuning my profile in case it...

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Sun burns Skin turns Red raw And sore Next curse Much worse Shaking Sweating Twitching Itching Scratching Whinging Dying Crying Peeling Spreading Heat stroke No joke Best thing Having Sun cream Regime Fake tan Safe plan Self cook Bad look. ...

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My voice broke on the edge of breath. We stripped the bark from our ribs like trees to find no center. Blood is a language we forgot in churches. I held your absence like a flame burning under my tongue, while skin remembers the names we never spoke. I was becoming not better just closer to the fracture before the old name. And you fell into me like a glyph not carved. We did not rise we undressed....

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¨being mistook we burnt the books thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirits, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed¨ book burning had always been quite the passion of the powerful agencies of evil dictatorship the truth was dangerous after all for the uninitiated Martin Luther Erich Maria Remarque Bertold Brecht Heinrich Heine Karl Marx The...

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J=Juniper berry oil for hair, U=Urinary health wellness care. N=Natural detoxifier if I dare, I=Improving circulation with a prayer. P=Promoting healthy aging is what I need, E=Evergreen small shrub I will plant and feed. R=Reducing skin irritation so I do not bleed....

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haiku 12 : crescendo beloved adorn skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure horn hails emptiness hiku ~~~~~~~ b e LOVE d adorn skin R ...

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Our pain is not your entertainment We don't exist purely for your amusement My skin is not a costume Don't treat us like we are some display In a showroom We won't apologise for our presence We will walk in every room with our heads up Our silence our greatest weapon It honours our intelligence Your biggest flaw...

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She was a soul of morning, with light flowing from her skin like a golden spring, Joy blooming in her chest like flowers dancing on fields after rain, She believed in good, believed that love could soften even the hardest corner of stone, Then he came, a soul wrapped in silence, with eyes like locked doors, Carrying a heavy...

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The skin I have Black Vs The skin they wanted White It was like a lifelong competition With only one condition Whiteness wins And well blackness Loses So from young they Indoctrinated us Into believing White=advantage Black=disadvantage And if you were somewhere in the middle Well that's their decision You better hope that you get...

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