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The Juncture of Skin and BoneRipples of rib, moving smoothly over hills of bone,
an expansion of skin dipped and concave. such
irregular habits give way to soft sinking
skin, mountainous ridges piercing through malnourished flesh like
enamel slowly leaking out bone; traitorous and seemingly backwards.

Always shrinking—hunching inwards due in part to
will and the structured stretch of spine.
and what simple thought ever plagued the soul, until
ridicule spilled from pore and pore,
enabled and assiduous.
now plastic measuring tapes
entrap bare imperfect waists, pulling tighter, tighter, and tighter
still. stripping the skin clear with gut wren

Liberate the MindStronger than myself,
but weaker;
a varying constant, if possible at all.

I can trust in the cycles of confidence
to the heavy weight of
worthlessness, but can give not pattern or apathy
to the event,
only aching bouts of shame,

for holding the head high,
shoulders back and squared in certainty
brings much exhaustion, which then
allows easily the act of hunching in
to keep from bleeding out.

Perhaps I will adapt like clever chameleons
who excel in hiding and
camouflage;
and perhaps hypocritical smiles will cease
encouragement to fraudulent behavior,
which always bring out simulated bests
in me.

but maybe genuine efforts

Hide and SeekUnder the surface,
immersed beneath disjointed segments of sky,
as beautiful a tragedy as my own circumstance;

I hang suspended in space; a child gifted to nature,
breathing in salt and subtle stains of oil,
trapped in blue so vast and
ever-stretching;
endless.

Lungs fill like little pink balloons,
full and ready to throw in friendly fire.
My chest moves with each gentle inhalation of water,
fluttering energetically at the speed of emerald hummingbirds that
joyfully flit
and fly
past coral reefs and secluded starfish,
deeper into depths of serenity and quiet:

my perfect hiding place.

Burying SeptemberIf you were a person, then I'm
something you've forgotten; something inadvertently lost,
discarded on damp, cobblestone walkways where tattered
beggars are just lingering sympathies.

I think I now can relate to unintended loners,
the ones more enforced than observed—
Lost within themselves, as I remain lost in darkness;
They without company, and I without you.

If those like you are people too,
then they are all virtual, resembling you with acute precision;
your glow, your warmth, your light,
all which bring about feelings of belonging, and correctness…

Yet I find myself abutted to clinking cans lacking of change,
huddle

DisillusionmentI'm through and done,
more so than past times when I've uttered the same.
I convinced myself to trust myself,
and my diffident heart betrayed me
by believing in something unstable—erratic,
like wildfire in cluttered lumber yards.

There are no second chances,
allowing repeat-offenders or further blunders;
One mistake's sufficient and I learn swiftly.

Because of this I'm done and through,
Unwilling to sacrifice to feel,
Firm in my stance against excessive destruction.
(I revel at the extremity of this bitter irony,
scars testifying in a bitter delight.)

You can have everything I am;
I'm of no further use to me.
If you, too

A Little IncentiveVicious, bitter;
emotions so tangled—knotted, that spider webs appear
meager and feeble.
I've become ensnared, so oblivious to hazardous portions of web,
completely of my own inadvertent making.

My only escape is within the mind,
creating pathways of distraction,
leading myself in circles to offer breath and
release.

Luckily there's darkness
which hides to conceal,
and where I can pretend even my thoughts are blind,
my emotions confused and void;
As lost in night as I become.

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Puzzle Pieces

by ~Nullibicity, Jun 30, 2011, 4:27:03 PM
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I'm broken;
Uneven shards litter the carpet.
It looks just like a puzzle
That's waiting to be assembled.

Find the edges—that's where you start.
Piece together my broken heart.
Piece together every dream that's been shattered,
Until it's done nothing else matters.

Working towards the middle,
The pieces don't really fit.
Why won't they come together?
You dismember the puzzle to start all over.

I wish I had the strength to talk,
To tell you sweet and soft:
"Don't bother, it's beyond repair.
You can't fix it; it's felt too much despair."

But you keep trying and trying;
Growing more frustrated and angry.

I dearly wish you'd stay with me....

But I know you'll leave when you realize:
It's no use.
I can't be fixed.

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Puzzle Piecesby ~Nullibicity

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Sorry if it doesn't make sense. More ramblings from my head...

Edit 7/11/11: So sue me! now apart of the 100 stories challenge. I'm only using this and one other one and then I shall do the rest from scratch XD

~Jamyni Jul 5, 2011

No need to apologize. I've hardly ever seen a poem as stunning as this one.
And it does make sense, but not in a reasonable way. It makes sense because I can so much empathize with these lines. They're not long, but they tell so much about this broken soul.
What I really love is your style. "Flow" is the perfect word to describe it, thanks to the one beneath me. The sensations keep flowing into my mind when I read this and when I'm finished, I'm speechless.

~Nullibicity Jul 5, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you so much for the wonderful comment! I don't get that many thoughtful ones, and so I really appreciate that you took the time to write one.

I've been trying to work on my flow, so I'm really glad you think so!

Also I'm very happy that my poem came across to you that way; I'm never quite sure if my poems say what I meant them to say. But my worries are eased on this one.

Thank you very much for the lovely comment

~SoundlessWhispers Jul 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

....Another AMAZING POEM!!! Beautifuuul.

Again the imagery I get is..WOW! and the story and flow is phenomenal.

~Nullibicity Jul 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I didn't really try for a story line, nor can I see one. I just see the words I wrote; nothing too special, but neither too dull. I have no images when reading my own poems, so it's hard to tell which ones are good. All I do is write down an inspiration and wonder if it sticks.

Thanks for your beautifuuuuuuuul (

) comment!

~SoundlessWhispers Jul 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

*tapes Nulli's mouth shut*
Not another word! This poem is amazing and somewhere
deep...
deep...
DEEP down inside you know it too!
(Only said so many deeps because you are WAY too humble)

And a pleasure as always. You are very welcome.

~Nullibicity Jul 2, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

:~X

~UnicornsInMyBasement Jul 2, 2011 Student Writer

It's amazing, and makes perfect sense to me. You're a beautiful poet

~v3n0m607 Jun 30, 2011 Student Digital Artist

It actually makes perfect sense. I think anyway. I know someone that probably feels like this and could relate to this poem very well. I know that it may seem like you are unfixable but I bet you are (not just saying that to be nice btw). Ive talked with you for a little while now and read a lot of your stuff and you have a great talent for writing. And you seem pretty smart, and as always you are fun to talk too

(also not just saying that to be nice)

~Nullibicity Jul 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Have I ever said how much I love you? I only wish I had friends like you outside of dA. But really, thank you. I do believe that this is the second time you've made me smile and want to glomp you, so to keep traditions up:

I also hope you know that I would be honored to listen to you should you yourself ever feel overburdened with problems.

Thank you. Your words really mean a lot.

~v3n0m607 Jul 1, 2011 Student Digital Artist

No you have not actually

And I'm glad because making people laugh and smile have always been my favorite things to do. I usually will do anything to make someone laugh XD

And thank you, your words also mean a lot to me

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