#genes poems on Hello Poetry

Vamika Sinha Apr 2016

genes

i thought

i was more his
than my mother's

as he shouted at me
as i shouted
to him

lost
behind angry.

#anger #lost #family #genes

Jude May 2015

Jean So Mean

Interconnecting my genes into the Universe
So that every single thing is me.

Something he would say

#universe #genes #jean #gene #interconnect

Kzéia Cheshire Estérel Jan 2015

Generation

Words, thoughts, like chords;
Sewn, printed, onto paper.
Works, strewn, unwanted;
Taken to ground like ashes.
Owners forgotten, children;
Stained, broken, like old dolls.
Worn, exhausted, crippled;
All to become their elders.

#ashes #broken #forgotten #generations #forced #genes #stained #elders #badblood #threaded

River Mar 2015

Know Your Genes

Know your genes
Know what they mean
Know what they say
Know what they whisper
Know what they pray
Know what they want
Know what they hunt
Know why they hurt
Know why you're messed up.

Scientists say I have no control
I just got here billions of years after a big bang,
no,
not the big bang my parent's performed during coitus
But a magnificent explosion of stars
And their is not one reason I am here
And all the conflicting reasons for life that we have were created for the purpose of comfort.
Right.
And I am made up of layers and layers of organic substances
The very act of living is a miracle to me (All scientists are free to shake their head in fervent disgust over my statement)
Science wants to tell me that I am ****** because of my genes
Did the government pay you to spread misinformation?
Instead of focusing on how ****** the individual is,
Can we take a moment to discuss how ****** every aspect of our world is?
You can't explain away logically.
You can try.
But until you accept the truth your logical excuses will only and always generate more questions.

#life #society #questions #government #genes

M Aug 2014

Sorry

What am I hoping to find?
My hands smell of cigarettes,
But the nicotine won't calm my mind,

I want to feel alive
Stuck in this world, but I'm blind
Because you left when I was five

Daddy's little girl, ain't so little any more
Can't quit smoking, can't quit drinking, a crazy *** drive
All 'cause she watched Daddy walk out with some *****

When she was small all was well
Even when she heard slam the door
All had to be well, so she wouldn't tell

Why are you back?
In the past, I don't want to dwell.
It's giving me a panic attack.

I'm sorry I'm drinking, I inherited that from you.
I'm sorry that I'm smoking, inherited that too.
I'm sorry I'm *****, guess the depictions of "Daddy issues" are true.
I'm sorry that I'm seventeen, and for everything I do.

#broken #sad #girl #depressed #dad #left #gone #child #little #genes

Niko Walsh May 2014

jeans (genes)

We come from the same gene pool,
but don't you dare tell me
that we can wear the same jeans,
because you couldn't hold them up.
You wouldn't be able to keep them in place,
to hoist up the weight of the world
that makes them so heavy.
Your size zero waist and thighs
couldn't handle the pressure,
couldn't handle the qualities
of life size pants.
Not 12 size pants.
Life size pants.
My whole life fits into the stretched out fabric,
the too tight button,
the zipper that struggles to crawl up its track.
These pants have seen days where I could slide in
and days where the squeeze was so tight
that I just gave up,
even when giving up shouldn't have been an option.
Holes have been torn,
rips have been stretched,
and yours have been fashioned to look that way.
Do not pretend that we could switch jeans
and be perfectly fine,
because you would be swimming,
and I would be missing.

#self #family #weight #jeans #esteem #genes

Martin Narrod Apr 2014

those mice

Not an amulet, an off white vertebrae; bone.
Brass wire, a loop at one end.
It bends as to make sure this will fit.

A gauge that measures mesmerization,
And we both must get along, but
Not because we're not tough enough:
Most of us aren't soft right yet.

So many stiffs, folly after folly.
The whole carful of loose cadavers,
Dangling, their feet hang with wet snow
And carnage,

Not even musk deer pop up,
They've all gone. Roosting in a parabol,
With X's sprayed to their groins.
Burning pop couples

Doing it like laboratory mice. Capybaras
Hiss, my own burnt blood is also
Flocculating.

Turn the cup upside down and
See the fire's balmy lachrymal opaque
Moss while it does not drip.

This is the story of man you asked me about;
Devoid of a muzzle, fur onto his chest; coarse
Hair in a garland.

It is the God of a tool that buzzes into the night.
A plateau for this most sensible study.
We feel another coming.

And when you awoke, your larval tongue
My eye mush, a song of verse and melancholy.
This half list of greatness, a tally we both wish to see.

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