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DblNickel May 2017
"Raise your hand if you're messed up".
That's what I heard but not what they said.
My hand slowly rises and they grin.
Fresh meat.
Then they proceed with uncanny resemblance to TV.

State your name, to be added to the menu.
They want more details, er ingredients.
Their eyes are locked, watching for golden brown.
Lapping lips, heads droopy and bobbing,
The blood in my neck runs cold and then clotting,

****.
This place is over-*******-flowing with vulnerability vultures.
My fight or flight kicks in and I become needlessly angry.
Why the hell am I here?
He's not my problem anymore.
Why the hell am I mad?
He's not my problem anymore.

But I sit and I listen to the  man on my right.
He shields his eyes and I know why.
The longer you sit, the longer they glare,
The longer they hope your gaze transforms
Into yet another hungry vulture's stare.
I -had- to go to an AL-ANON meeting this past weekend.  I'll save you the Google search: AL-ANON meetings are for friends and family members of alcoholics.
Molly Byrne May 2017
There is something sweet about us.
How you never stop telling me I’m cute
And I won’t let you believe you’re stupid.
There are so many details of us
They have all blended into a rhythm.
It is the kind of rhythm you can dance to,
One two
One two,
Like a heartbeat.
Like your skipping heart beat,
Which has become my favorite song.
The tin foil around the chocolate I ate today
Said “get lost on purpose”
So I got lost in you.
And when I picture you
With a guitar in your lap,
I forgot that I am afraid
Of change
And loving too hard
And bears.
Somehow no part of me is afraid of you.
And so I hand you the light bulb of myself.
I let you into my museum
And I ask, “please touch”.
I leave all my best and worst qualities out on display
Knowing you might break them
I invite you to break them.
Because even if you leave me in pieces,
I will be better for knowing you,
And the drifting way your eyes fall shut
And the way you jiggle your leg during movies
And dance your fingers up my spine.
Nothing makes my light bulb quite as bright
As your wide smile.
And I, just a girl, didn’t know what beautiful meant
Until I heard my name on the tip of your tongue.
I have grown a lot since I wore a Dalmatian suit
And dreamed of dragons.
But something about you and me
Reminds me of magic.
Michaella B May 2017
\ˈvəln(ə)rəb(ə)l/
adjective

- susceptible to physical or emotional attack or harm.

Do you ever feel vulnerable? I think we all do. Do you ever feel so helpless that you fall to the depths of despair? Do you ever feel the need of someone? Do you ever feel like you’re trapped into your own thoughts? Do you ever feel like no amount of sunshine can rescue your sanity? Do you ever wonder what it feels like to not grasp onto hope anymore? Do you ever wish for someone to understand?

From time to time I stumble into the thought of vulnerability. I never mean to, I don’t want to. It just keeps pushing back and I don’t know why. I have fought so long to not care what people say to me. Unfortunately, after holding back the things said and did to me, I came across with gloom. It felt like a jack-in-a-box moment. It just hit me. There was nothing I can do about it and it ached me.

I couldn’t stop the “what ifs” popping in my head. I hated it. I hate myself for imagining someone who will care. I tried clearing my thoughts. I tried. And it ***** cause’ I feel vulnerable while writing this. Until there were no more tears falling onto my cheeks. I eventually sleep after all the crying and maybe, just maybe hope for a better day to come.
not a poem but
Aria Mundt Apr 2017
Today I am shredding the skin of yesterday, as I move into the new energy of this moment
I feel vulnerable,
Naked
A sea of endless possibilities stretching out in front of me,
Urging me to dive in,
to be Brave enough ,
to step forward in my nakedness,
I want to stand on the mountains towering above my head and shout out the pain that no longer serves me,
But as I sit here in my stillness,
One moment easing softly into the next,
I feel the mountain bow down to meet my vulnerability and the ocean whispering quietly that it will wait.
"Take your time" it says as the tide slowly edges closer to kiss my bare toes.
Jair Graham Mar 2017
I, your oak tree ask, will you rest your painted wings on my branch?
I know I can't make your fleeting candleflame of a life last more than your few bright days, but for now rest upon my ancient bark and hear the lullaby of my leaves.
If rain should cause you to falter I'll bend my branches to shield you from the icy volley of raindrops.
As stars fade out in ink of night, I'll let a leaf fall from my bough and I hope it brings some comfort, in your last glimpses of this cruelly beautiful world.
Atoosa Mar 2017
Can't protect your heart
AND LOVE someone deeply too
BE vulnerable
armored hearts cannot truly give or even receive love

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.” CS Lewis
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