no where to hide

It's kind of realistic, like if you were suddenly cut off, and couldn't speak.  But the important point, that you've been cut off, with nowhere to hide, is very apparent.  Very effective.

thanks but there was a mistake in uploading and 75 percent of the poem didn't show up.. I have no idea why.. I talked to webmistress so hopefully it will be fixed soon and you can read the entire piece as intended

"I have no exterior
I have no armor"
The biggest pain translated greatly into a few short simple lines and words. No lead in, no prancing about; just the truth in an honestly sudden way.  

well as you can see from my past work I'm pretty blunt.. so I do this as well with my own vulnerability.. I don't hide things well.. I'm a bad liar.. I can't smile when I feel like shit.. writing on paper is just an extension of that.. thanks for enjoying my weaknesses :P

once i read the story about writers, poets, art people. it said that they all are walking under the sun without skin on their bodies. and that's the price, you have to pay (I guess) and, yes, if you have it - there's no place you can hide from it. such a moving poem.

we are the meek.. we are the softheart and broken hearted.. we are the freaks.. we are the hurt.. we ARE the ones with no skin baking under the eyes of an ugly world that has destroyed us (which made art at the price of pain) and would love to destroy us more.. we are the prey and they are the predators.. but predators have nothing in their hearts.. nothing beautiful or shocking to show the world without taking from someone weaker.. will the meek inherit the earth... who can tell.. but I have a  go at it Ill cut all their cocks off and sodomize them with blades and show them that the broken react.. this is karma.. whether in the stars or forced out of us by finally feeling theyve gone too far.. thank you so much darlin for the read and compliment.. youre too kind xoxo

Without a hard outer shell, the fall cannot break us, as we can bounce back.
Vulnerability is in fact the reality of truly being human and not just a cut out facade. Looking within ourselves, we can see the depths and not just the plastic reflection of the fake persona which the weak portray. Sharing our feelings requires strength and in doing so, we way be able to open other up to themselves. Well at least that is what I hope to do. Love to read the whole thing.

very interesting perspective.. and I dig it.. theres two sides of the coin with being "weak" the fact that we're overly open and can get hurt even more and there's like what you said the chance to help someone else open up and not feel alone and all that

whilst the others fairly shimmer with rage and pain. 'Callouses on my heart' was another awesome image.

yes i see the world like that.. everybodies been fucked up someway somewhere along the line and they either grow callouses and become predators and the others get hurt and never heal and cant protect themselves.. even though every one is selfish the predators take more for themselves and give less