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Oct 2015 · 461
My Kindling, Loving Heart
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
You got me feeling like the sun
Sweating and burning up with your hot skin igniting mine
Blazing unearthed feelings
Daring you to draw me in closer

You got me feeling like the ocean
Our naked bodies crashing and colliding
Coming to a swift calmness
While I lie here on waves hearing your heart beat

You got me feeling like the moon
Your cool breath howling my name
Staying up late to admire our endearing love
Whispering three little words into the night sky

You got me feeling like a tornado
The graze of your lips swirling emotions in me
My tongue twisted for a loss of words
Slowly twirling me into your romantic arms

You got me feeling like the rain
Slowly poundning the tin roof of love
Your watery lips leaving trails on my neck
My emotions slowly bursting in dew drops

You got me feeling like the wind
Airy and in a haze strumming me in all the right places
Blowing my world and settling in to the warming night sky
Loving me endlessly and enveloping me in strong emotional winds

You got me feeling like snow
Covering me in the pureness of your yearning touch
Your eyes kindling a wild fire in me
Your icy lips sending shock waves through my shivering body
Oct 2015 · 318
Hang on to Love
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
I whispered your name into the darkness
The wind carried it through my hair
Chilling my bones
I lie here on the bed of my truck
Memories of us roaring in
Coming in tornado flashes
Beautifully and ******* me into its whirl
But now I am destroyed
I am forever afraid of falling in love
But my drunken eyes only sees your face
My cold, lonely lips feel your warmth
My pounding neck feels your eyelashes fluttering
How I crave to be in your tight embrace
Tangled up in sheets never wanting to leave
My hammering heart yearns for you
I should of never let go.
Oct 2015 · 209
Love
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
Life taught me
That nothing is forever
My love stories taught me
That one will always love deeper.
Oct 2015 · 833
Lightning
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
The rain trickles down
Thundering against the tin roof
Coming down in sparks
Cleansing the earth
Watering the very roots
Of the trees that let us live
The rain is pounding
The lightning lights up the night sky
Giving hint to a little light that roars
Why does everyone hate me? it thinks.
Sep 2015 · 362
My Crush...
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He wants to be in the war?
No!!!
I am literally going numb
I am fighting the urge to break down
and sob in sorrow and despair
I hate the war
It's taking my first crush
Since 8th grade
and now we're sophomores
I can't look at him
I am ******
I need a beer
but I ain't ever drank before
I need a cigar
but I ain't ever smoke before
I like you, boy
Why the war?
I think I love you...
and all it took was for you to flash those dimples
I will wait for you to come back
In my dreams, we are together
My hand is cramping
My heart is shattering
My mind is rambling
I am fighting the urge to break down.
Sep 2015 · 312
Loss of Words
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I spend all my days in a jumble of letters
Words rambling on
They are tangled at the tip of my tongue
They are thought with my heart like a blood rose
I am the rain
I say everything at once
Slowly and rapidly with no avail, lightning interlacing
Or I don't say much of anything
A drought drying my wordless throat
I've learned that the only words we regret
Are the ones that our lips have yet to form
The ones that have not been voiced
But thought at the back of our minds
Melting and freezing like an icecube
The ones that we struggle to string along
The words that haunt us late at night
The ones we wish to scream till our lungs collapse
We say all that our heart's feels
Through a simple poem
But we are still struck with the loss of words
Have we said all that we are feeling?
Have we still some feelings left to be said?
Sep 2015 · 187
Gray
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is no such thing as black or white
We are caged in the center of it all
Our hearts and minds waging a war
In between our parent's barking
Asking which one we love more
We are expected to act like adults
But we get treated like children
Our heart's dreaming dreams that reality cannot sustain
Our souls begging to live forever
In a world full of the unknown
We want answers to unquestionable questions
We want to believe in the beauty of life
So we try and chose the right path
But there are no two paths
They collide and intertwine
Much like the beauty of the rose
Our paths are gray
They will be filled with great despair and love
Tears and cheers
Gray is the new paradox
For our thoughts creep into our hearts
And our hearts creep into our thoughts.
Sep 2015 · 367
The Future
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is something unsettling glorious about the unknown
The mystery of life
The ripples we make
And their gray outcomes
There is a reason to hang on to this hectic world
It's called the future.
Sep 2015 · 258
Lover
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I am a lover of words
Stringing them along
Elongating them
Drawing them out
The simplicity leaving me awestruck.
Sep 2015 · 554
Beauty
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is beauty everywhere I go
Waiting to be brought to the spotlight
These simple grains of dirt falling from my hand
The crunching of leaves in the fall
The blooming of flowers in the spring
The beautiful white snow covering the ground in purity
The loving rain coming in drops kissing the ground
The simple strokes of an artist's paint brush
The string of words from the poet's heart flowing like the wind
The crashing of the sea against the rocks
The descent of the sun saying farewell
The ascent of the moon lighting up the dark night
The twinkling stars brightening the lonely black canvas
The holes carved into a person's cheeks when they smile
The little wrinkles that forms around a stranger's eyes
As they throw their head back hysterically
There is beauty in everything and everyone
You just got to shine some light on it
Including you, my darling.
Sep 2015 · 774
Sleeping with the Devil
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I haven't talked to daddy in days
Mommy's fed up
They've been ignoring each other for days
But now I hear them barking
I heard daddy's truck pull in
Heard something smash
The door was kicked down
Here came daddy with a pack of beer
His breath hot of fresh *****
I hear mommy and daddy barking
Things being thrown across the room
Punches being made
Blood dripping on the ground
I try to close my ears
I try to drown out the noise
But it ain't working
I try to keep my mind from running wild
I bury myself in my sheets
But that don't work
Daddy storms out of the house
All drunk and ******
Mommy's crying
Daddy's gone, probably went for more beer
Where is this God you speak of?
I yell for him
But he didn't answer me
I close my eyes
All is quiet in this little house
The tears flooding in
Oh I felt someone with me in that bed
Yeah, I was sleeping with the devil.
Sep 2015 · 285
I Hate You
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I hate your loving smile
I hate your glistening eyes
I hate your soft fliipy hair
I hate your pouty pink lips
I hate your tall, slim body
I hate your adorable dimples
I hate your constellation-like freckles
I hate your athletic graceful walk
I hate your sensual Adam's apple
I hate your boyish mischievous grin
I hate the way you throw your head back and laugh so wildly
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate that I have to write about you
To try and get over your piercing eyes
Because John,
The truth is I like you
I have since the 8th grade
And now we're sophomores
But guys like you don't go for girls like me
The truth is, I don't hate you
I try to convince myself I don't like you
I am writing this as a reason to why I should hate you
But I simply cannot
I think, slowly and painfully that I have fallen in love with you
I can't get you out of my mind
Every love story I read I wish it were us
I dream of you John, constantly and always
Oh how you have ******* with my heart
With that devilish smile of yours
I hate you John.
Sep 2015 · 295
Him
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Him
I sit in class
Writing about him
He sits across the room from me
With no knowledge that I like him
He makes my heart ache
He sends me over the edge
He causes all these emotions to emerge
Much like a tornado
Sweeping everything in its path
Destroying me from the inside out
With no end.
Sep 2015 · 248
Anxiety
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is a monster settling deep within me
A bottomless pit it has formed
I struggle from day to day
My body always freezing and locking
I wish I were like the wings of birds
Instead I am the shackles that weighs my own self down
I hate when people stare at me
They're all critiques
They are silently judging me for the very breath I take
I hate being put under the spotlight
Like a grain under a microscope
Or an ant under a magnifying glass
I like to be alone
The anxiety disappears when I am alone
Please help me get rid of this anxiety
It is eating me alive from the inside out.
Sep 2015 · 214
The War
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He was a handsome young fellow
Smiled with his whole heart
Then he went on overseas
Came back like a mine
All ***** and filthy with the day's mission
He never cried again, that boy
He once was so sweet and sensitive
His hands bare the blood of humans
He no longer smiles
His head is always bowed down
A bottle always clutched to his side
His rifle slung around him
Everyone is an enemy
He ain't the young friendly cowboy you once knew
He drank himself to death
The War threatening his life
The War depriving him of his sleep
Creeping in when he closed his eyes
He would wake up screaming and cursing himself
It shouldn't have been him, it should've been me
He pulled the trigger with an empty Jack nearby
The War took his life.
Sep 2015 · 204
Kiss Me in the Rain
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
When Heaven's waters rain down
I want you to pull me in tight
Our slick bodies moving with the wind
You white cotton tee exposing
Your shaggy hair sticking to the nape of your neck
I want to feel your wet lips on me
The raindrops tickling our skin
I want you to hold me and never let go
Tell me how much you love me
Baby kiss me in the rain.
Sep 2015 · 277
Sensual
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I am a poet
A reader of love
A desire of touch
A yearning of passion
I want my skin to heat
To feel your heart beat
To get tangled up in sheets
To get drunk on your lips
All in the name of innocence.
Sep 2015 · 256
Dear John
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
You have always been the boy
I have always been infatuated by you
I don't know what it is
But there's something about you
Something that won't let me stop writing
Something that keeps me up late at night
I imagine you lying next to me
Your hot breath warming my neck
Oh John, how I wish I could just tell you
Maybe you'll feel the same way
Maybe I can finally let go
Dear John,
You are the very dream I ache.
Sep 2015 · 261
Him
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Him
I was staring at a dream
My heart hammering
The butterflies exploding
My tongue twisting
My breath quickening
Oh how that smile tangles me up
He looks up and catches me staring
My cheeks blush
I look away immediately
How I wish I had the courage to talk to him.
Sep 2015 · 641
Curse The Sun
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I close my eyes to slumber
His name drifting off with the wind
I feel him here next to me
His arms wrapped around me
Our body warmth igniting
His skin electrifying
His lips burning
His heart glowing
His eyes sparkling
Just Kiss Me You Fool, I say
Our lips touch
Our bodies crash
My hands reaching for the buttons of your shirt
Your lips grazing my body
Nothing has ever felt so just
You whisper "I Love You" against my neck
Your touch lingering
I say it back and pull you on top of me
The sun shines forth through my windows
Waking me from a beautiful dream of us
Until the next time I close my eyes
Will I see your face and feel your body
Curse the sun
For separating us.
Sep 2015 · 222
Kindergarten Lessons
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He grew up around *****
Bottles and cans thrown 'round
He calls them his holy water, now
Been a long time since Church
We watch him slowly progressing his death
The bubbles quickening the pace
He drinks till he's out
Till I can't see the heart behind his eyes
A new man kicks in
This ain't the dad I know
All the ***** finally got to him
He drank himself to death
I guess too much of a good ain't a good thing.
Sep 2015 · 557
Ball Cap
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Oh you silly boy
You tried to give me that bad boy crap
But I saw through your games
You may be riding tough
But your love is gentle
I reached for those loose curly wisps
My hands gotten lost in them
Oh you silly boy
You try and shield your eyes
But I know since you were a young boy you 've had to protect momma
But you were far too young for those older men
I see right through your act
I'm gonna knock your walls down and watch them crumble
I am yours and you are mine
No battles are fought alone
That 'ole worn out ball cap ain't fooling me, cowboy.
Sep 2015 · 256
Boy
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Boy
There's something about this boy
He makes my heart gallop
My breath jagged
My skin flush
I stare at him with heart shaped eyes
All I see is an aching, walking dream
He has waltzed away with my heart
It is dark now and the stars are out
He is lying next to me
I am writing with my eyes closed
I smell the dirt and sweat on him
He stares into my eyes intently
I bite my lip and twitch as his gaze
He kisses me the way every girl dreams
I grab him by the nape of his neck
And pull him in closer
His body heat making me glow
The moon blushing at our very shadows
He whispers about Love and Always
I feel someone nudging my shoulder
I jolt awake and realize it was another dream
He's not mine
His lips never came crashing down on me
He never looked well within my soul
But I must dream of us in a world of words.
Sep 2015 · 185
Dear Heart
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Stop thinking of him.
Sep 2015 · 236
Our Song
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Our song wasn't the kind that you hear on the radio
It didn't have words
There wasn't guitars or any kind of instruments
Our song comes on at midnight
He takes me by the hand
Out in his ranch
The crickets chirping
The leaves shaking
The wind laughing
The very dirt beneath our feet whispering
The moon cheering
Nature was our song
Our burning passion for one late in the night.
Sep 2015 · 211
Dear Future Me
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I just want you to be happy.
Sep 2015 · 327
Beer
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
The day my daddy died a new lover took his memory
Mommy kept inviting strange men in the house
They filled my lungs with poison
They marked my body with bruises
They cursed my very foundation
They came in and out
Changing the colors of Mommy's skin
Taking her in shackles into the bedroom
She hollered till her throat went dry
She kicked till her legs went numb
There was nothing she could do
Until one day
I walked into mommy's room
She was hanging from a rope
Glass bottles shattered on the ground
I left and took what was left of her
I am at her tombstone
Barely able to stand upright
I fall to the ground on my begging knees
Cursing my mom for leaving me
I stumble away
My vision all blurry
My words all slurry
I am now long gone
My new lover took my life
Beer.
Sep 2015 · 234
Goodbye My Friend
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
We talked about the future like we had a clue
You were my best friend and I was yours
We talked our souls out at 4 in the morning
Woke up the next day a little lighter
We were going on four years
But I guess fate has a different idea
Oh how I wish I knew what it was
I try to talk to you, but you shut me out
It was like an elastic band
She had long let go
I should've caught all the signs
I guess I should finally stop thinking of her
Maybe that's why I'm writing
Or I might just be keeping the memories alive
I miss you, but you no longer look at me
If I would've know this is how it would've ended
I still would've walked up to you four years ago
Every day spent with you was well worth it
Still worth the pain of missing you
Oh, goodbye my friend
Until I see you in my dreams.
Sep 2015 · 350
Drunk
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I think of you...
In his arms
What happened to our heart carved into that oak tree?
You were my first in that dark candlelit room
Our shadows against the wall
Our naked souls colliding
You were my everything
But now you are in the bed of another man
Getting tangled up in his sheets
I hope he treats you like a princess
All these memories flooding in
I pop open another Bud Light
Trying to drown out our loving memories
But they are burned into the back of my heart
I lie on my bed
Staring at the celing
Whispering your name into the comforting dark
I imagine you next to me
And all hell is loose
I go down to the cellar
I grab a bottle of Jack
Your laugh and radiating smile putting me to sleep in sorrow
Another drunken night thinking of us.
Sep 2015 · 971
The Fallen Leaves
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Fall is here
The leaves start to descend
Others barely hanging on
While the others gave up hope
In a rush of air
The wind came and picked up the fallen leaves
For the wind loved them so
It ached his heart to see them lying lost
So he gave them warmth
I feel the fallen leaves crunching under my feet
Some leaves have gotten left behind
This is what Faith is like
We are all fallen leaves waiting for hope.
Sep 2015 · 265
The Art Of Words
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I am not a poet
I am just a simple small town girl
I love to gaze at the stars
To feel the wind blow my hair and whisper in my ears
I love the feeling of cold mud on my skin
Laughing and screaming till I can't no more
I love to sit on the pier
To watch the sun set as it gives the sea one last kiss
I love to find a shady spot
To just sit there and imagine a world full of love and passion
I sit here, now
With my journal in hand
Writing about the art of words
But mind you, I am no poet.
Sep 2015 · 609
Sunday Stroller
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
People all around me are rushing
They are crushing the roses
Here I come one breath at a time
I stop and hold the broken petals in my hands
Teenagers running to classes
Bumping into one another
Here I come one breath at a time
Stopping to chat with friends and have a good laugh
Adults are speeding
Swerving into lanes and cutting each other off
Here I come one breath at a time
Letting people go on by and giving them the hand
People have this constant mind set of hurrying
That they forget that the little things matter most
I stopped and smelled the roses
I helped the little old lady cross the street
I watched the sunset
The sun and the moon forever separated against the same sky
I get called slow and represent a turtle
I smell the backwoods
I observe nature and the way people interact
I am in no hurry
We all have 24/7 hours in a day
I could die tomorrow and I would be satisfied
The hurried one would be rummaging with things for tomorrow
Their minds never at peace
I drift off with the clouds on tidal waves of the blue clear sky
I am a Sunday Stroller
I enjoy the little things
I stop and smell the long forgotten roses.
Sep 2015 · 431
The Stars
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
People are like stars
They are beautiful and come in many different shapes and sizes
They don't ever get to see their beauty
But everyone else around them does
The stars light up the night sky
People are walking the night sky looking for stars
Little do they know that the stars are inside them.
Sep 2015 · 272
Kiss Me
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I am wrapped in your endearing warmth
In the bed of your truck
Tangled in sheets
Pillows thrown around
A bottle of Jack uncapped and empty
You whisper against my lips
The promises of forever and love
The wind plays with my hair
But all I feel is your arms around me
The stars are out illuminating the dark sky
A full moon playing with our shadows
You throw your head back and laugh
Sendning me to crash againt you
As our bodies lie on top of one another
I can't help but feel how perfect it is being here with you
I stare into your eyes
They are filled with a burning passion
My eyes linger at your lips
I whisper the words "Kiss Me"
The moment our lips touch
Sparks fly and the stars smile at our love
The moon knows what we did that night
We both know it's a feeling you only ever feel once in your lifetime
You were, and still are my first and only love.
Sep 2015 · 254
Winter Nights
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
It's freezing cold outside
The lifeless trees scratching our window
Begging to come in
The wind keeping the door shut
A fire is blazing
The wisps of wood turning into ash
Your hot skin against mine
We are wrapped in a blanket
The clock ticking promising forever
Your mouth whispering "I Love You' against my hungry lips
Your body warmth filling me with love
The crackling of wood filling the room like candles
Love, passion, and romance
Heating the log cabin
Snowflakes landing on our windowsill
Your body igniting a fire well within my soul
Oh how I love these winter nights
The fire playing wonders with your eyes
The shadows of our bodies
The roses scattered across the floor
Your lips red with wine
Oh these romantic winter nights.
Sep 2015 · 346
Texas Friendly
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Come on down to a small little town
With Southern hospitality  
Where we wave from our trucks
And give each other 'the hand'
Where we all care for each other
Where the tea is sweet
The Beer cold
A nice little lake day with Texas
Jumping in from the tire swing
Screaming at the top of your lungs filled with joys of laughter
I really hope you'll fall in love with Texas she really is friendly
She'll let you run your tires through her dirt
Get all muddy and ***** while its raining
Then worship on Sunday morning
A BBQ with the whole town
We'd really like to make you feel welcomed
The Texas Friendly kinda way.
Sep 2015 · 253
My Single Rose
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I walk in the room roses scattered across the floor
A raging love of war
I lie on the bed and think of our wedding night
It was flight or fight
I think of your hot skin igniting my naked soul
Now there's nothing left but a gaping hole
Baby why did you have to leave me?
Why did it have to be?
I feel your lips crashing against mine passionately
The tears are flooding in slowly
I miss you like roses where the tenderness peeks out of blooded thorns
I would do it all over again
Even with the knowledge of that bullet taking your life
I still would've said yes to being your wife
Oh Baby you got me feeling like roses
All complete and beautiful with the blood stains from the thorns
I lie awake whispering your name to the bed sheets
These memories soaring in and taking me away to a world of peace
Baby, you are my single rose.
Sep 2015 · 3.2k
Hopeless Romantic
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
In this world of romantic dreamers called poets
We shall forever live in a poem
Where words run deep and periods don't exist
I think of you and my heart flutters
You are the most beautiful form of art I have ever written
You are the single rose I need
I am infatuated by the desire of wanting to be in love
We are two love struck teenagers
Watching the stars and whispering about love into the passionate wind
Promising forever against each other's lips
Keeping each other warm in a tight embrace of endearing romance
I dream of you the way one writes to breathe
I dream of you as if you truly were my lover
The more I write the more real we become
The more memories and moments I conjure up
You are simply a dream of my crush
This poem is written for me
There is no us
But I like to dream through string of words and poems
I am a hopeless romantic writing about a boy who will never notice her
But with every poem I write I bring us alive
In a world where no one can find us
This is all but a dream called a poem
Written by romantic dreamers called poets.
Sep 2015 · 320
The Bottle
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He came home from Vietnam
He cheated death and now he's paying the price
He hears the voices of his fallen brothers
Screaming in agony and pain
Bullets flying everywhere
Men dropping to the ground with a thud
Panic and horror creeping in
A tornado taking his soul
He screams and awakes soaked in sweat
It was just another nightmare
He takes a long pull of the bottle
Trying to numb the memories
He is not alright but he will never admit it
He was an American soldier
He survived
But how could he feel so dead and hollow in the inside?
He went to sleep with the bottle clung to him
Another whiskey lullaby
Trying to drown out the hell of war
He drinks till he can't anymore
Then it's back to those nightmares
The feeling of guilt for coming out alive settling in
He's got the weight of Vietnam on his shoulders
In the bottle he sees their faces
He hears their hollers for help
He feels the very life draining out of them
He's held so many dying men
Men who had wives and kids
Men who wanted to tie the knot
Men who are now six feet underground
And it's all his fault, he thinks
He takes the bottle and falls asleep to another whiskey lullaby.
Sep 2015 · 275
Sweet Sweet Poetry
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I have fallen in love with the simplicity of words
Stringing them along like the chords of a guitar
Lighting up the night sky like the twinkling stars
A thunderous roar of hear my words
Let them move you along the dance floor
Or like the waves of the sea
Hang on there and I'll save you with some sweet sweet poetry
Baby please hang on
I need you like the dark night needs the star to light the way
I need you like the sun needs the clouds to cool it down
I need you like the rustling leaves needs the wind to pick them up again
I need you like the very breath you are
Let my words take a hold of your heart and soul
Leave the past in the past
Take my hand and hang on
I'm going to show you what it feels like to be a mockingbird
Beauitful and happy to sing and to love
Fall in love with me
Fall in love with sweet sweet poetry.
Sep 2015 · 389
My Dream
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I dream of a world
Where words of love are whispered into the night sky
Carried off by the wind
To later be picked up like fallen leaves
Against the sea
Carried on waves
To crash against the shore
Wanting nothing but more love.
Aug 2015 · 378
What Love Is
The Broken Poet Aug 2015
Love is not a word, it is not an action
It cannot be described or defined
It is not something that could be understood
Love is an emotion you feel
Lightning to the soul
Fire to the heart
Roses on the skin
Honey on the lips
Dew on the skin
Love cannot be seen
Only felt with one's whole heart and soul
And if you're lucky, the other person loves you back
Love is a one way street
Love is letting go of what you wanted the most
To see the other smile with someone else
To be held in someone else's arms
To get tangled up in different sheets
Love is sacrifice.
Aug 2015 · 232
A Paradox
The Broken Poet Aug 2015
"But you must be happy to cry and cry to be happy."
Aug 2015 · 220
Lost & Found
The Broken Poet Aug 2015
I am lost in a world where I never want to be found.
Aug 2015 · 414
Somewhere Faraway
The Broken Poet Aug 2015
If you stare deeply into my eyes
You'll see the ruins of my life go up in flames
You'll see the broken path and the many deaths that led me straight to God
My path is shaken and still beaten but I have my hope
You'll see many beer bottles and a creek full of tears
My fishing hook in my brother's cheek from the time I threw my line back
Crying on the couch with momma for the uncle whose tires will never run the gravel
Wearing white to the grandpa I never knew
You'll see my naive and innocent self dressed in white to represent Heaven
Because isn't that where everyone is going?
You'll see everyone else dressed in black to represent death
How can they be so negative?
You'll see the time I almsot drowned in Oklahoma but my daddy reached out and saved me
You'll see my beautiful ranch out here in Texas where I did most of my raising
Born and raised and **** sure proud
You'll know why I bounce when I walk
For that dumb man hit me and ran with his ol' car
My many insecurities and fears, oh you'll see them all
You'll also see a world where everyone is loved
But this world doesn't exist- it's in my heart
A world where we all love each other because that's what the Bible says
But we sin anyways because we're human
We'll give our hand to someone in need
Bathe in the freshest and cleanest of water
So pure you can smell it while hearing the water whoosh
A world where everyone smiles, a real smile
Where we can all be equal and happy.
I'm still dreaming the dream of my little innocent heart.
Let me dream a beautiful dream even if it's somewhere faraway.
Jul 2015 · 354
Touch
The Broken Poet Jul 2015
There is something comforting in a simple graze
I have always felt alone
But the touch from another person energizes me
It lets me know I am not lonely
Touch will ignite a fire up and down my soul
It will warm my heart
It will let me know I have not been deserted
I love holding hands with strangers
To feel their warmth against mine
To make them and I feel welcomed
When flesh touches flesh
The warmth of their skin will forever burn
When the soul collides with another soul
You will forever be accompanied
The flames growing and yearning for more
I love touch in the most simplest of ways
Whether it's a hug, a hand shake, or a kiss
Touch is something beautiful and sacred
It lets me know I am not alone
But once we touch for the very first time
My skin will forever remember the touch of your embrace
The burning that you have left
The love that still stays and will never fade
Touch me as if you'll never love another
Hug me as if you'll always stay
Kiss me as if you'll leave forever
My body burns for the touch of another
The simple comfort that comes with it
The innocence I love
Oh, what a wonderful thing touch is.
Jun 2015 · 338
I Am Weak
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I walk around the world
With my head held high
As if nothing hurts me
I try to act like an insensitive ****
So people will hate me so I won't fall in love with them
They ask me what's wrong
Why are your knuckles bleeding?
I got into a fight
With who?
Myself. And I seemed to have lost.
Any glass that could've been found in that little shack
Has been broken by my ****** knuckles
I made glass Angels that left a ****** puddle
I didn't cry, I smirked
I threw my head back and laughed
But oh my Darlin'
Here I am writing poems because I am weak
I cry and I breakdown
I try to give myself pain to make myself strong
But the tears still leak no matter how tight I close my eyes
I bawled my fists and swore I hated my parents
For never getting along
I went to sleep with a hurricane inside of me
I couldn't stop trembling
I act tough
But I am weak
I cried myself to sleep that night
As well as every night
I am weak.
Jun 2015 · 245
Dear Little Girl
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I have never fallen so deeply in love with a little girl
She was an angel put in my path by God's grace
I latched on to her while she clung to me
I stared into her beautiful baby blues
I held her cute little face in my hands
I wanted more than anything to kiss her on her forehead
I wanted nothing more than to never leave her side
I wanted to freeze time and see her smile light up the whole night sky
She told me she would miss me the moment I walked out the door
She held out her arms as wide as they would go and told me that's how much she would miss me she told me she would miss me from the earth to the moon to every star and to every planet, twice
As I walked out of the building I quickly turned around and caught her eye for the last time
I immediately broke down and started to feel a hurricane form deep within my soul
This little girl has touched my heart in ways that nobody has
Once the tears flowed free it was like a dam that just started to burst
There was no way to control the tears or the violently trembling hurricane that was my body
Nobody could calm the storm contained within me except her
But she's long gone until our paths cross again
God has a funny way of filling your heart with love than leaving it with a longing
But filling it with gratitude for being face to face with an angel
You have such a beautiful little voice, my darlin'
I hope you never forget me the way I haven't forgotten you
You will forever and always be in my thoughts and prayers
There will always be a longing contained within my heart waiting to see you again
Until our paths cross once again
There will forever be an image of you carved into the back of my heart
Until I can take your hand in Heaven and spend my days dancing with you.
Jun 2015 · 219
Wishing You Were Here
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Everyday
Of
Every
Heartbeat
Comes
Great
Love
And
Agony
Of
Missing
You
Dearly.
Jun 2015 · 695
Interlocking of Hands
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I reach out and take your hand
I feel like I'm holding the world
We interlock our hands together
We sway back and forth to the music
Our hands have become one
Our hands have molded to fit each other
I lose all feeling of your hand
It has disappeared into mine
I give it a squeeze to make sure it's there
With the interlocking of our hands
Sometimes your hand starts to disappear into mine
It's like that last missing puzzle piece
It fits perfectly that you forget it's there
I love the powerful sensation of interlocking of hands.
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