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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Shatterproof


This is not the only time,
When I could not think of what to write.
So I simply close my eyes
And dream of you throughout the night.


You passed the test, you’re picturesque;
You are the taker of my breath.
My fantasies have all come true.
The boyhood dream of something blue;
Something borrowed, something old,
Something otherworldly and something new.
All I have is all I need;
All I ever wanted was a wife like you.


Because I’m…
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.

Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.


My boyhood dreams have whole new meanings;
The boyhood dreamer just keeps on dreaming.
Throughout my life, I’ve had this wish;
To find a wife and live in bliss;
To find someone to share my kiss with;
To find someone to help me raise our kids.


I just wanted, someone to hold;
Someone to keep me warm in the cold.
Someone to simply, hold my hand;
Someone to simply understand.


And now I’m…
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.

Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.


No-one can harm me except you;
No-one else can make me blue like you do.
No-one else can have my heart;
I gave it to you in exchange for love.


My other half is so profound;
The only one who could bring me down.
Her Indoors means the one I love,
The one who helped me complete this ode.


The joy I feel is so unreal,
It’s better than anything before.
The love you show I know is for real,
I offer you my heart and soul.


Because I’m
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.

Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.
Shatterproof around you,
I’m shatterproof when I’m with you.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
mark john junor May 2013
shatterproof smiles
like nineteen sixties plastic american sunshine
on the faded walls
if it was something a "la la la la" song could solve
then he wouldn't be up all night
pacing the hall wringing his clammy hands
whispering over and over
that we have come as far as we can hope to
how can i get you that one step further
shatterproof smiles
look great but they have no love
look super-duper on t.v.
but they wont be there in your darkest hour

but he waits for her
a good egg his mom always said
cause thats what they promised him
a perfect girl with a shatterproof smile
a perfect painting of plastic sunshine
a glittering prize
an empty space behind bright blue eyes

she is one of them
her glory ***** scrapbook
is filled with the blood traces of those
she has severed from their loved ones
and it smells of hard dirt
it smells of unquenchable thirst
she is now years behind me
and so is the monster she choose to be
shes a fast song now
feet too swift to spend a maidens moments
tarrying over the bouquets of roses at graveside
too swift to shed a tear for the children left behind
too swift to see the cost of her heartlessness

a fast song to spin the mind from the hearts ache
from the souls vanquish

i am alone on the long empty street
i see her as a wave of destruction approaching
over the miles and years
and nothing looks more lonely to me
nothing looks more void of humanity
than the look in her eye

i left you behind years ago
monster with perfect shatterproof smiles
and you will never never know what my answer was
edit: lines 6 and 9 where replaced...a persons name was removed.
preservationman Jul 2021
You thought you broke my heart
But it is unbreakable
It’s because I am prayed up being stable
You were trying to make me relish in pity
Well not on any day in any city
I am a thoroughbred being unchangeable
Your words had no power
You talked hour after hour
You still lacked power
Now you paused being your own sour
Excuses having no sense
I am shatterproof worth more than cents
You on the other hand is feeling tense
I have been granted the Heavenly sense
My spirit is too strong and you can’t defeat me
I am shatterproof
You were trying to subtract, but I got multitudes in add
Later came divide, and you got mad
Now you wonder and feel sad
That makes me glad
I was built being shatterproof
First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber ******* or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit----

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they'll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that ?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk , talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
M Harris Mar 2017
Sacramental Elixir & Illuminated Blues,
Experimental Flauntings Of Her Midsummer Hues,

Radioactive Eyes & Her Fairytale Lies,
Seductive Abuses Across The New Divide,

Vivid Intersections In Her Phenomenal Rage,
Shatterproof Reflections Splattered Upstage,

Midnight Passions Of Her Perplexed Lust,
Starlight Rains Glittering Hybrid Dusts,

Transitional Paradigms & Engineered Moans,
Theatrical Concoctions In Her Symphonic Tones,

Flirtatious Illuminations Under The Darkest Light,
Stained Animations Igniting Kryptonite,

Palisades Of Her Collated Reflections,
Cascades Emitting Her Sedated Projections,

Contraband Infatuation Resonating Magnetic Love,
Raving Constellations Provocating Atomic Dove,

Divine Catharsis Of Her Cupid Amour Eternity,
Valentine Bliss Mystifying Her Restrained Insanity,

Charismatic Futility & ****** Binge,
Cinematic Tranquility Emanating From Her Bulletproof Sins,

Neon Subways & Fragile Foreplays,
Sensual Arrays Of Her Red-Light Decays.

- 03:53AM -
winter child Aug 2018
he—
is that little place in the universe
where i feel the most comfortable
to speak about love
without any hesitation or fear
of getting destroyed
more than i can bear.

that little place in universe
that makes me feel safer
than wherever i’ve been
in life.

he—
is that little place
i call a home without a roof,
where i can keep my heart shatterproof.
mark john junor Jul 2013
the day done
she drifts in with the tide
washes up on my shore with
the tattered remains
of her girlhoods smile
in a keepsake box in the
pocket of her long grey coat
she speaks her thoughts but they are
tangled like seaweed
worn and worn like driftwood
she tells me her intents
and the lost sailor aspects of her soul
and her words linger on the air
like kestrels in the breaking of a storm
wheeling high above
wheeling high above
and the tears flow quietly
each one burning slowly into
my heart
I turn out and set sail
into the inky sea
blind to the trail
but rather than face her downfall
I attach myself to the darkness with a passion
of the task of finding my handmadien
of scorned empire
and saving her from herself
and all her internal wars
she was a shy young woman
in the years on denvers river road
a shatterproof demo for the better living
to be found just the other side of that
infamouse greener grass
that keeping up gets you in the end
a byproduct of the heart attack they give you
at no extra charge
standing naked feeling all kinds of uncomfortable
they question everything except your sanity
they are sure that's the one thing you've lost
I get her home at last
only to find she is nearly only
a chocolate bunny that's been chewed on
and her words telling me she must leave
are just forebodings of nightmares she gets
about Easter egg hunts
and viper roughness of being eaten alive
I'm a Easter bunny...I thought I was a rubber duckie!!!! LOL. :-)
emily Nov 2015
staring at the ceiling, counting the mosquito bites on my arm
there are sixteen
reasons why you left me but I can only remember the one that went unsaid
"you cannot fix yourself"
there is a constellation of scars on my hips
and I can see your face, hear your biting words in them
if I try hard enough.
maybe it's just a reflection of the moonlight,
or it's just one bad night. one of too many.
am I the insect stuck between screen and glass
trying to escape something shatterproof
when the more effort I put in, the more likely I am to die?
even the mosquitoes have become tired of seeing my blood
it fills the sticky night with a sour-sweet stench
of broken promises and lost lies.
but god,
I am the moth who only wants to get closer to the light.
you were my light.
and I'll leave the windows open all summer
as if maybe you'll crawl back in through them
I've broken the glass in all of them anyway
I've named sunrises after you
they too are supposed to be emblems of hope but only remind me of how broken I am
and it's funny
because I used to wish on every star that you'd understand
but now I just wish to be able to forget you.
always upset over the things out of my control.
Searle May 2014
My sports car’s bumper is redder than your pale lips,
And it’s Parrelies blacker than your silver flecked hair.
The TSW mags are genuine chrome, not only the lightly rooted tips,
And the smooth, glossy bonnet not wrinkled like your dial from care.

The seats are a plush tan, not a stark, unsightly white like you,
And the V12’s rev is an unmistakeable sound.
The speedometer reads 360, if ever beaten, only by a few,
And when I’m done it resides in splender, and not six foot underground.

The shatterproof windshield is clearer than your misty grey eyes,
And its model number reads 2004, not a dozen and three score more.
The Ferrari I own is the best that money buys,
And it makes me proud to say, “It’s mine!”, not a nuisance for 40years I’ve bore.

Now when Top Car says Ferrari 2005 I’ll need another,
But my love for you is timeless and can be filled by none other!
A play on Shakespeare's sonnet; Shall I compare thee?
Brad Lambert Mar 2012
Do you know who I am? Do you understand why I do what I do and think what I do is exactly what should be done? Do you have even the slightest respect for my decisions? For who I am? Do you know who I am?

That’s alright. Neither do I.

If I have said it once, then I best say it over and over and over again until you start listening: I feel like I'm underwater. I am in deep oceans, not blue or pale waters, but a horrible, dark abyss. I am drowning in a strange love for the spin-offs of truth, dignity, and cultural revolution. Now that is situational comedy.

My world is composed of nothing but reruns. Clips of him drowning on repeat. And when I drown, he drowns too.

I pray to find the sun so that I may trade all that I have for its warmth to melt the ocean into sky, and this glass from my skin. I don’t need to keep my heart shatterproof, I am no porcelain. I am an independent. Fill my flooded lungs with fresh smoke. Make the water go. Make the bad go. Go. Going. Gone. The sun is gone. All that I have is my fragile body, my ***. I am under sexed, overlooked, and infinitely exhausted of these nonsensical rants. If I could sketch a message into the night sky it would plainly read: I feel like I'm underwater.

So here, in these reefs, will I search for my meaning. But I think it’s best we all come to terms with the plain truth: Submergence is submission. And I refuse to submit to your societal pressures. I will decide what is wrong. I will say what is right. If I wish to empty my lungs of this saltwater, find the sun above the surface, and turn off the abhorrent sitcoms I cannot submit. I can only drown.

“Not another one! Look at him, look at him!” she yells.

His veins are coursing, pulsing, shattering at the edges with blue. He is blue in both his complexion and complex feelings and thoughts and pains. His veins are blue, and he is cold. Can you smell his insatiable mind? Taste the metallic crush of his sanguine? “This world is intolerable, and I must not tolerate,” she reads from his tear stained note. The ripe stench of escape burdens our minds as we watch his soulless body hang. My mind is escaping. Toss the rug over the barbed wire and run. Run. Sanguine with ketamine. Run, ******, run.  

Do you know how to drown? That’s alright. Neither do I.
JCkilledme Oct 2013
I need you to stop looking at me as if i were a burning building with no windows open.
today when i woke up, i finally broke free
I no longer hear your voice in my ear
or reminisce the memory of your fingertips on my skin.
Lately ive been thinking that all my life has been till now is an empty bed and i am now just buying sheets, blankets, and pillows.
Love, i used to believe you were the best parts of me
but now i realized without you, i am so much better
you no longer have the be afraid that you'll break me
because this time
i'm rebuilding myself
with shatterproof glass and fireproof walls
i know some days i will probably miss you more than breathing and life itself
but it has taken three winters to get here
and i am not turning back
i cant...
Danielle Shorr Jul 2014
I believe in promise more than I should
Grew up thinking that pinkys bent together were the strongest bond there is
I am just now learning how to ease my grip
Learning
How to break the rope I tie with vow
Just before it catches into noose
I have been hung from the rafters of my own vulnerability
Too many times before
And I am learning
How to build back strong
Learning
How to keep my doors locked
Trying
To stop letting people in
Those who lure me with the pledge of future
Who tell me their intentions are golden
And I,
The silver plated woman
Have nothing to worry about
But I've seen platinum turn to rust right before my eyes
And too often does metal twist into deceit
I want to believe
That everyone who gives me oath
Is genuine in their undertaking
I want to believe
That it is impossible
To tell someone you care
And then out of nowhere just pack up and leave
I never understood
How it is anyone is able
To wake up one morning
And just stop loving
How you could swear interest for months
And then one day just lose it
I am done
Holding on to words that never meant anything in the first place
How many times do I have to hit hard until I learn
To stop jumping in head first
I am still believing
And forgetting the lie within it
Forgetting
That pinkys can break too
Bone is not shatterproof
Yet somehow
Still heals much quicker than heart
My hopes
Are so much brighter than my reality
And every time they fail
I still find ways to put blame on something else
On someone else
But never the one who drops me
I still remember your promise
Still fresh from your tongue
I am holding on to it in the palm of my hand
Grasping it between fingers
Morphing it into skin
Trying to convince myself
That you're going to come back for it
That the leave was only temporary
See
I am skilled in the art
Of never letting go
It is a practice
I have mastered
And I do not intend
On stopping
Even if you never return
Even if I
Never come back down to earth
I am perfectly content with this delusion
Wake me up
When there is solace
In something other than falsity
Wake me up
When I finally find someone
Willing
To come back to me.
Rony Joseph Jul 2010
This is the light of the mind
Mystery Behind a ****** veil
The beauty of the moon
Where her face walks in its own right
Breathe in the enormity of the clouds
Gliding like pure cotton,
The gray sky becomes one with the soul
The bride is waiting for words to come calling
The stillness of thin air
Unlocked images beyond the breakwater
Remembering the unsolved labyrinth
As the cliff whistle to the stool pigeons
Bringing good news to the earthen womb,
Fighting the courage of shutting up
Forcing myself to unload my senses
Unselfish thoughts of a blue grievance
Between the sun and the clouds,
The outrage of the pierce Violet,
A cold glass of water glances at a beautiful pearl
Stashing the glamour of an oceanic mirage
A love affair chasing you through twilight
An enormous trill for the unknown
Driving you closer to a hole beneath
A disturbance of mirrors
Finally straight from the heart
I felt a silent outcry
Waiting for a shatterproof soul
Against the natural odor of true love




Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Daniel Samuelson Apr 2014
Made of glass,
but wishing
to be tinted
and shatterproof.
Jon Edwards Nov 2016
Jane, by now we all know you're not Taylor
And you don't have to be her
If you want Weller,
You have to be the other

But with me, you can be whoever
'Cause I'm your friend, Jane
You can be crazy, silent, fierce or clever
I'll never take away your sane

Jane it's not a perfect world
You don't have to cover all your tattoos
It's part of who you are
And if you don't want them
We can laugh about them for hours

Cause Jane, the best way to cry is to forget
And the best way to forget is to laugh
So let your emotions summerset
And don't stop until you feel better than just enough

You don't need a shepherd Jane
You are your own wolf
I know there is no one to blame
So go ahead, Jane.. Become! You are shatterproof!
Paul Glottaman Dec 2012
Everything breaks.
Because porcelain isn't shatterproof.
Because glass can even chip.
Everything falls, everything breaks.
The truth, were words to be used
for things aside from lying,
is that while we remain strong
on whatever frontier we choose,
there is always the truth.
Everything fades.
Though, and lets be as honest as we can,
when the sweater turns from black
to gray, does it change
the thing?
My god,
Everything Breaks!
Could you imagine a world
where life isn't, day after day,
all this **** is the same?
Listen: Everything Breaks!
            Everything falls.
            Everything bristles.
Life isn't just short, lovers & friends.
Life is cruel, honest
Life is played in blue.
Could anything be...
Lose yourself in the light of
days without sun, dance for awhile.
Who the hell would run for fun?
Do all your vitamins protect you
from graying, fraying?
Did--
Interruption: Everything Breaks!
c rogan Jun 2016
Eyelids lower,
the world turns dark;
breaths become slower,
an evanescent spark.

Thoughts fall like raindrops,  
I hear them bouncing off the roof.
Winds pull mist round mountaintops,
our hearts are not shatterproof.

Our minds are mirrors,
they reflect what we see,
a silver fragment of Reality glitters,
a broken image or a broken me?

Our souls swim in wanderlust.
Blood pushes in and out like a noonday tide.
From us our bodies turn to stardust,
a Heaven forever by the oceanside.

You are the Infinite in one being;
a dream with no beginning and no end.
In the lake between sun and moon sleeping,
stars float like lotuses to the riverbend.

Wake before the sunrise,
wait for colors to wash the sky vast as our love.
From fleeting darkness Light meets new eyes
painters dip  brushes into Endless Undreamed of…

Breathe the morning in,
my longing for you has eclipsed my heart.
The kaleidoscope sun warms my skin,
Every day we restart
...
Use my creation to start yours,
kundalini is the force.
The universe expands when every breath swirls,
earth and art born from one source
...
My hands have begun to shake,
like constellations all of us are connected.
If I happen to lose my grip we all will quake,
ripples of world within worlds are reflected
...
I will remember you in my glass mind,
crystallized and refracted, a consciousness clearest
Elements fade as nature undoes time,
in death be unified by mystical spirits

ghost Dec 2020
I found some steel, not made of steel,
May flesh reveal what I conceal,
Was made to feel I’d shatter or peel,
A battered seal, blood-splatter the field,
You wish to gorge upon what is forged,
From a caste of our Lord,
If faith is rendered then I am tempered,
And welded clean, I melded me,
A failure to erode what dwells in he,
No object of you can quail my need,
Sheep cease feigning to best the beast,
See here, I’ve been pressed by heat,
Repressed by sleet, distressed by greed,
Erected a bunker of flesh for my retreat,
Evolved from sand, we fall to sand,
Held the flame to harden my name,
And never again shall I withstand,
An attempt to shatter,
A shatterproof man.
ok, I tried really hard to make this thing rhyme I hope it's good.
He loved me like he loved the rain.
Reveled in the
idea of me,
ran from my reality.
Begged for my monsoons
to replenish barren lands -
starving for affection.
So I gathered myself up -
pulled intimacy from the
depths of my seas.
Let it billow in my chest until,
too heavy for me to bear,
I poured myself empty.

But he ran.
Hid behind double-paned, shatterproof
glassy eyes.
I poured and raged and begged
for him to let me in.
But he stayed
safe in his silence until
my storm had passed
and I was left dripping -
pleading hands and
tear stained kisses beaded up
and rolled off his facade -
collecting in puddles at his feet.
Giving love to those who ask for it but have no idea how to accept it.
Mike Bergeron Sep 2012
A shatterproof
Scatterbrain
Whips it over
Rough terrain
On his way
To get paid.
A motionless
Motorist
Waits to be
Saved
By a changing
Light
In an endless
Parade.
A dandelion's
Progeny
Released to
The wind,
Like memories
Fade
Into the infinite
Within.
Lynn Hamilton May 2019
Timetable torn in two

Covered in fluff, grit and

Other unidentifiable residue

Instructs you

Where you should be

Weekday between nine and three

If not held together right

You’ll be going to English class

At midnight



A blue pen in hiding

Has blown its cover

Left bendy and limp

Adding its mark to your

Timetable print

But you will struggle on, I know

With tongue stuck out to one side

Concentrating, not daring

To ask for another



The shatterproof ruler

A claim too hard to ignore

Reduced to smaller plastic bits

None of which will measure

Over an inch, I’m sure

But you will have a go

Underlining, shifting, underlining

And shifting

With your bendy limp blue pen



The fallout of wrappers

Of the hubba bubba crew

Shoved in your mouth

One directly after another

Sending your jaw into a

Slow motion, over committed, chew

Breaking down the matter

Of which would

Fill a crack in a nuclear reactor



The tangled and twisted wires

Umbilical cord of twins

Connects to your head

To feed you from a placenta

Of surround sound

Via your ears

It makes you sing so sweetly

Without knowing I can hear



Emptying your blazer pocket

I find you and I feel joy

My beautiful, beautiful boy
Penned in 2015for my beautiful boys
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
It’s up to you


If love is all it takes to cry, then why do we need tears at all?
If love just leaves us wondering why,
Then I will once more stand to fall.
If love is forever torn from my hands,
Then I will still remember every love I ever had.


Without a love I will never be myself;
I need your love to heal my heart…please help.
Your love can give me all the wealth;
This love thing can free me from this Hell.


A secret heart is not shatterproof;
A beauty so hard to find is what I find in you.
A date with a destiny that we never knew
And now I know who to love…you are my biggest clue.


In lights I see you immortalized;
So bright you shine new sights into my eyes.
I am telling you I love you; can you send me a sign?
Could you love me too, or shall I just leave and die?


So high with love, so low without;
So happy with you, so sad inside my head.
If I can earn your love, can you tell me how?
I do not want this love to go to waste;
Let this love live and not be left for dead.


The love songs are all about how I feel.
The poet’s words say the words I want you to hear.
Let this not only be a dream and allow this love to become real.
My thoughts I can only share with you,
But only if you stay near.


Love is all about the choices we make;
Do you want my love, for each and every day?
Or shall I just watch you walk away?
Again.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Erin Joan Feb 2014
You make me feel like my heart is making blood 
You make me feel like a leaf that sunlights shining through

You make me feel like a song with bass guitar and indecipherable lyrics

You make me think about eyelashes

It’s so stupid.

You make me laugh
*
It’s so stupid

.

When I have my head on your chest

and you breathe out through your mouth

you sound like a volcano

When the air gets caught on your lips

It makes a noise like sparks

.
You give me sparks.
when your head is cradled on my chest

I get the breathe knocked out of me

by the affection I feel
.
I always want to

Express it with my words

But any eloquence I possess
breaks

When faced head on
by your shatterproof eye contact.

So I end up kissing it to you instead.

And sometimes I feel

like I’m sending a telegram
 with my lips



I never write this way

god I hope you never read this
I never wanted to be that girl

Who treats love like ******
But I’m a mess sometimes

And my cheeks get red.



and you give me enough of an inspirational burst to write a love poem.
I never thought I could write a love poem.
I try really hard to not let my emotions get the best of me, to not be a weak, cheesy, teenage girl.  but here's a snippet of what it looks like when I let myself go.
Rachel Jun 2014
it was an ambivalent orchestra
every sound I heard through winter's gossamer veil
the frost and my window, two shatterproof layers
between me and the outside world
but time forces everything to crack, even the river
who broke fissures in her icy armour, working slowly,
understanding patience was perhaps her greatest ally
her only accomplice in escape

now she is incandescent with sunlight
still muddy brown, but at night, when I pass her
she is unforgettable luminance
and those who used to carve their journeys into her back
with the blades of their skates
don't dare touch her, now that she's free.
I have noticed I still don't have answers
but I think I trust myself enough now
to turn all this fear into something
so ridiculously triumphant
that you'll have to stop and listen

I used to pray endlessly
for some enchantment to carry me upward
but I am learning to be earthbound
and from here
the sky is a different kind of beautiful
seeming closer now
like an eventual promise,
all destiny and syncopated light
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Trapped.
In a |C|E|L|L|
of bRoKeN words
and darkened love.
Punching.
CRUMBling walls
and shatterproof windows.
I’ve been convicted.
GUILTY.
Life sentence with no parole.

______________
|             I           |
|         was          |
|         framed      |
______________

Pl­ease.
I don’t want to die here.
It was the lifeline
you offered,
that the idiot
in me cling to,
despite myself,

like a drowning
man clings
to a rope,

thrown out
in the hope
of saving
a life,

only the lips
of my heart
closed around
it like a mouth,

shoved it down
deep, like a shot
of whiskey downed
at midnight,

your alcohol
stained breathe
soft against my
neck,

but I am not
drowning, no,
I am treading
water, always,

I will be treading
water until another
comes along,

with harsh hands
and cruel words,

you see the ribs
around my heart
were built to shatter,

and you are too
kind to break
my bones
Okay
The four-letter word
They say
When you’re not
When these bloodstained hands
Are tired, frustrated, and angry
From building walls
Hiding tombs
When this tear-stricken face
Cries rivers all night
Its not okay.
I don’t believe it.

So, can you hear it?
Listen, to the silence
growing louder and louder.
Listen, to the beats
drumming inside my chest.
Listen, to the moaning
pleading for help.
Listen, to the trembling
shaking my chains.
Listen.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear me?

Will it ever stop?
The hurt runs too deep;
The pain cuts too hard
Make it stop.
Someone, anyone.
Please, help me get out.
Out of these chains,
These weights that drag me down.
Into the darkness,
Where the evil things
Shout, hurt, pain, and, sorrow.
They lash out with
Their spiked tongues
With there conniving words.
Help! I reach out
Someone, anyone.
Help!

And there,
A voice whispers.
In the midst of the darkness,
In the midst of the battle.
The quiet beautiful whispering
That says,
Stop.
Take a good long look
Around you.
Remnants of the broken heart,
Broken souls, and broken spirits.
The broken things
Are slowly being mended
With bulletproof, shatterproof,
Shockproof, waterproof coating
Shining with new found strength
Molded by the hurt, pain, and sorrow
That sent chills of what looked like
Defeat.
You never were and cannot be
Defeated.

Don’t forget that.
You can count on the
Rainbow after the storm,
Treasure under the dirt,
And the light at the end of the tunnel.
So I dare say,
It will be okay.

Okay
The four letter word
They say
When you’re not
But ill wash these bloodstained hands
And ill dry this tear-stricken face
Mustering enough strength
To believe, to hope
It will be okay
Someday, if not today.
It will all be okay.
Okay?
my spoken word composition for the Rhyme & Reason competition in school.
(this was not based on TFiOs)
a wodge uh Wrigley’s
  ‘ard an knobbly on thuh underside
uh desks

shufflin’ tuh DJ Caspar
  in thuh ‘all
unduh thuh gaze uh
  year three’s

it were
  packed lunches,
dislodging mi brace
  from thuh roof of mi mouth
like extractin’ a tooth,
  scoffin’ bars uh white chocolate

years-old Blu-Tack
  stamped black intuh carpets,
grey plastic-y chairs,
  writin’ learnin’ objectives,
underlinin’ dates
  with shatterproof rulers,
I upgraded tuh a pen
  in year four

same time
  remember listenin’ on the radio
in Scottish Clark’s mobile
  when it wuh Ingland v Brazil,
summer uh ‘02,
  thuh likes of Sheringham, Beckham
in audio only, no picture,
  and thuh TA came in
  ‘alfway throo a lesson,
said ‘we’re out’

and the time
  I cort that cricket ball,
dived and it stung mi hand,
  a crimson-drizzled palm,
throbbin’ ring

and the time
  we played football wi’ tennis *****
and I blurted intuh a trio
  uh eager classmates,
a tumble-shirt compote,
  knee flecked wi’ grit, mi own spit,
skinny whispers uh blood

and thuh time
  I plagiarised Potter
around Azkaban,
  got a Woolies notebook,
ragged Pritt-Sticked cuttins’
  of Watson in the pink ‘oodie,
but it wuh the seed
  for thuh next decade and more,
standin’ up,
  tellin’ a story,
somethin’ or othuh
Written: October 2017.
Explanation: A poem written for university in my own time, influenced by the work of Liz Berry. Changes are very possible. It is written in a slightly exaggerated version of my accent. Please note that Wrigley's refers to the chewing gum company, DJ Caspar to the musician, year three's/year four to students aged between seven and nine in England, Blu-Tack to the putty-like adhesive, 'Ingland' v Brazil to the knockout round match in the World Cup of 2002 (David Beckham and Teddy Sheringham were players at the time), TA to teaching assistant, Woolies to the former British retail chain Woolworths, Pritt-Stick to the glue stick adhesive, and Watson to the actress Emma Watson. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Avii Oct 2016
Opportunity's comes and goes but does it go against my religion,

They saying you can't believe in that didn't know I needed your permission,

They say the only bars we get is in between them walls,

But they forgot that sooner or later every ceiling falls,

  Is it shatterproof or bulletproof either way they throwing shots,

Even if they ****** us they could still never fulfill these spots,
  
I only worship one man and I ain't gotta be a shamed,

He bought me in this world and I ain't gotta go untrained,  

Ain't no time to be  doubtful just grateful,

Walking the bridge  of faith and yet I'm stable,

Living up to these labels but how many are really facts,

Traveling these roads but how many  really carry maps,

Words of wisdom was written in the brain,

Wanna thank the lord wanna help humane,
Rayleen Jayne May 2017
You seemed to be made of glass.
One single touch, and shards of you would fall at my feet.
I remember how you thought you were transparent, fragile mass.
Even your appearance was lonely and obsolete.

I wanted to fix you,
and make you feel whole again.
To hold together your shattered pieces and make them brand new.
Though, I knew you would crack every now and then.

But like old, damaged glass never again to be sought,
You concealed yourself in the corner of a room.
Feeling too unstable to be around people who are not,
Your brittle bones continue to crumble inside your tomb.

When I glance in the mirror, I too, see demolition
I recognize the hollow face as “broken.”
I see the decaying smile due to years of repetition
Of being silent, invisible, unspoken.

I think it’s beautiful that I find you in myself
Oh, how you were decomposing,
How you were experiencing hell.
Now, I find my eyes subconsciously closing.

There are fractured remnants of you that I have found piercing through my own skin,
Any blood that has remained of you has been found in my veins.
Because you realized that in fact, nothing about yourself was shatterproof within.
And now, the only physical residue that I see of you is the reflection of my own pain.

I can feel the blood dripping from my palms to my arms
Because I’ve been carrying fragments of you that I have found in me.
As though enduring through the turbulence of self-harm,
It feels as if I am being washed away at sea.

My being is still lingering around the thought of you.
Wandering around the absent, dim light that used to refract through your eyes.
Wondering if you knew that I am broken, too.
My splintering heart has been translucent to your lies.

Yet under the surface,
I sense every single emotion that used to fulfill your soul.
And now a part of me is pondering if it is ever worth it,
And another fraction of me is wanting to feel whole.

And now, as I stare at the manifestation of you that is me,
I am afraid that I will follow your trail of shattered pieces you have left,
I am terrified that the weight of you will crush me slowly,
I am petrified that the ghost of you will leave me suppressed.

Because I can discern your cries echoing through my ears at night,
I can feel the shivering of your voice when I speak.
I hold in your longing-- that is now mine-- for my hands to shake from left to right
As I am too inhibited and meek.

I can perceive the fear that you used to possess.
The prospects of your vulnerability are scratching at the interior of my lungs,
And it’s killing me, I must confess.
Your agonizing whispers are spoken through my tongue.

But even with your broken remains lying heavy on my shoulders,
I will transform your fragility into competence.
Even with the burden of you, I will regain my composure.
I will alter your doubts into confidence.

Still, no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to ignore you.
Because you surround my thoughts like a picture frame.
Because your jagged pieces have scarred me like a tattoo.
Because trying to forget you is like trying to forget my own name.
being broken
Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be subject to an intense
hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious,
egregious, deleterious threat to undermine
Democratic pillar, weltanschauung spoiler,

rocker, rims (sic) coarse sea cove dweller,
whose tired hubby capped, (re: proffering
a trim package) houses plenty of junk in
the trunk adorned with harried styled and
tailor made dust ruffle par excellent well

did assembly, who (if not consigned to a
crash test dummy existence), would present
an a door able latchkey cont hinge hint. Fuel
lush con tank cuirass culpable, deplorable,
and execrable fiendish human immigration

injustices (executed abhorrent auto de fe
incognito, nonetheless lock king figurative
gnarled horns with cognoscenti), where
innocent charges teary eyed. Like
a cracked glass, viz shatterproof wind

shield radiator, the plaintive inconsolable
crying babies alarmed Aunt Henna. Mass
media did radio this *******, tripped,
and trashed tragic travesty. No tuner then
atrocious, baseless, callous dirt deed done

dirt cheap, one loud speaker after another
took to the airwaves, and sundry tele
communications outlets. Sad doggone sonic
booms (representative of sub woofer)
soul fully bellowed forth broadcasting across

humungous flat screens appalling catastrophe
unfolding reminiscent of battery abuses
against scapegoats since time immemorial,
otherwise known as (ohm my dog) volt age.

I gauge how wealth (or lack thereof) constitutes
as distributor. Electronic timing controllers
(viv a vis the internet and/or virtual realty
simulates) function as ignition modus operandi
to communicate gross injustices renting asunder

heart wrenching agony engendering abysmal
leap into nothingness. Existence rendered moot
as despicable horrors inflicted upon deportees.
Thee footworn, forlorn foghorn troops (analogous
to stone temple pilots) unwittingly journey into

torturous labyrinth, herein monsters ******
suckling babes. A pained spotlight signals sense
sore re:us, nasty and brutal choking, that throttles
the psyches battered beyond thermostatic threshold
of tolerance. Now any Earthling with sense and sense

ability must heed this alarm and siren infringing
abominably primal tenets, ethos, credos aligning
power train, sans **** sapiens linkedin as
one organic entity.
wordvango Jul 2017
First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber ******* or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit——

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they'll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.

Sylvia Plath, "The Applicant" from The Collected Poems. Copyright © 2008 by Sylvia Plath.  Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers Inc.
Source: The Collected Poems (Faber and Faber, 1989)
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Kay-Rosa May 2019
We were strong,
Indestructible.
Our wings protected us,
Resistant.
Each of our feathers different,
Inimitable.
We stood a shield forever,
Imperishable.
But,
We faltered, our trust shattered,
Shatterproof,
once.
And we broke, millions of our
Divine plumage littered
Our battle ground.
Our backs featherless,
Bare.
Tears of our own, a rusty blue
Verdigris.
We rebel, and we fall.
But, we will rise again.
Mike Hauser Jun 2018
Laid out on the kitchen linoleum floor
Broken pieces like a clear glass jar
Be careful now you don't cut yourself
On what shards of me are left

I'd always considered myself shatterproof
That is until the day I met you
You picked me up then threw me down
Just to hear my broken sound

Breakng me in a clean sweep
Trying to keep this all so neat
Though it does not change the simple fact
All I am to you is broken glass
Travis Green Jul 2022
Your radical shatterproof masculineness
Makes my mouth water
Grabs the attention of my dimension
Your dreaminess blends
With my mysteriously enchanting existence
I seep into your blazing bassline beat
Taste the realness and sweetness in your litness
Your unending glimmering exquisiteness

Take in your reproachless dopeness
So beardtastic, mantastic, and radtastic
Lickable lushalicious lips
Dazzling worshipful eyeballs
Your deliciously brill slickness
Dances in my inner gaylicious space
Majestic perpetual heavenliness
You are unconquered star-studded seduction
Erotically marvelous hotness in the darkness

Your top-quality rock-hard charmingness
Transports me into a consciousness-expanding trances
The way your crashingly radical tattoos are rooted in my mind
Unbounded muscle-bound chest
Rigid, unyielding abs, velvety impressive arms
Prominent, ram-rod stiff neck, masculine linebacker shoulders
You give me such a strong fondness
For your flawless four-star firmament
The heavenly hair surfacing your delectable dexterous legs
Travis Green Mar 2023
When I peep at his sizzling hot slickness, emblazoned with the hottest Marvelous hues of blooming psychedelic perfection, an iridescent rich Vision of electric energetic earthiness, aromatic eye-catching
Splashiness, gaudy glossy grandiosity, knockout chocolate prodigy
He is like the stunning summer skies that shine all the time

A consummate treasured gift, a top-notch state-of-the-art top dog
That makes me purr like an irresistibly furry and lovable cat
So seductively muscular and manlicious, sweet prodigious litness
***** oiled-up ****, I wanna dive into his electrifying sea
Of the wildest awe-striking game, gawk at how he swaggers
Around my feminineness, with his badass unsurpassed vitality

Splashy shatterproof pecs, fantastic flat abs, tatted strapping biceps
And triceps, perfectly smooth and serene hands that makes
Me crave him to touch me all over, our flawless, beautiful
Bodies blending, caress my unfettered delectable hot cakes
Attack and enrapture my hot taut points, arouse them more and more

Explore my vivid lushalicious voluptuousness, make me hunger
For his lurid storming manfulness, longing for every moment
To delight in his sexually bewitching and pleasing rhythm
How he moves his unbeatably delicious physique
How he gets rude with my beauty, gorges on my softness

He loves me more than any man could ever love me
Has me willing to do anything for him to say that he is mine forever
Lay my head on his lean, rugged shoulder, and breathe in his strongly Evocative smell, my hands pressed against his megalithic back
Cop a feel of his luscious muscled buns, relish him in the night

He runs his palms up and down my bouncy tantalizing backside
Drive his fingers in my slippery sultry slot, render me awestruck
Intensely moaning, calling out his name, allowing him to do this thing
Make me insane, make me shudder, make me so **** lost
In his profound new-found thuggishness, steadily sniffing
And kissing him, feeling him like the night will never end

I reach for his long meaty bone to stroke it, embrace the heavenly
Strength of him, float in his immenseness, revel in his supreme
Flexing chemistry as he moans in my ear, makes me get down
On my knees, to service his hardness, pervade my mouth
With his bang-up devouring power, I feel it slide down my throat

Have a blast while I gasp, make magic as he crashes into my homoness
Lick it slow and fast, give constant attention to his **** thick bell-end
Make his heartbeat rise like an extravagant stupendous tower
Make him starry-eyed while I bring sheerly measureless pleasure
To his action-packed thrashing package, coax him into my flaming
Rainbow paradise, entwine him in my wicked libidinous sweetness

Give him the craziest exhilarating brain that he has ever had
Have him spacing out, smiling wildly, ceaselessly checking me out
The more I slay his manhood, confuse his every movement
Have his emotions trapped in a mind-blowing rollercoaster
Of intense, unbelievable passion, deep, unalloyed erotica
Interlocked with uncontested aesthetic poeticness

Venerate his lengthy, attention-getting magic stick
My exquisite ripped killah, he is so *******
Manly and enchanting, a billion-dollar macho-bound hottie
That gives me fever, that has me so affectionate
Towards his heavenliness, giving him the best pleasurable treatment

Everything he needs to reach the peak to a thrilling explosion of Ecstasy, ******* on his firm slurpable third leg
Until he discharges his steaming man cream down my throat
I stare into his dreamy dark brown eyes with *** covered lips
And grin as he kisses me passionately
Travis Green Mar 2023
When I peep at his sizzling hot slickness, emblazoned with the hottest Marvelous hues of blooming psychedelic perfection, an iridescent rich Vision of electric energetic earthiness, aromatic eye-catching
Splashiness, gaudy glossy grandiosity, knockout chocolate prodigy
He is like the stunning summer skies that shine all the time

A consummate treasured gift, a top-notch state-of-the-art top dog
That makes me purr like an irresistibly furry and lovable cat
So seductively muscular and manlicious, sweet prodigious litness
***** oiled-up ****, I wanna dive into his electrifying sea
Of the wildest awe-striking game, gawk at how he swaggers
Around my feminineness, with his badass unsurpassed vitality

Splashy shatterproof pecs, fantastic flat abs, tatted strapping biceps
And triceps, perfectly smooth and serene hands that makes
Me crave him to touch me all over, our flawless, beautiful
Bodies blending, caress my unfettered delectable hot cakes
Attack and enrapture my hot taut points, arouse them more and more

Explore my vivid lushalicious voluptuousness, make me hunger
For his lurid storming manfulness, longing for every moment
To delight in his sexually bewitching and pleasing rhythm
How he moves his unbeatably delicious physique
How he gets rude with my beauty, gorges on my softness

He loves me more than any man could ever love me
Has me willing to do anything for him to say that he is mine forever
Lay my head on his lean, rugged shoulder, and breathe in his strongly Evocative smell, my hands pressed against his megalithic back
Cop a feel of his luscious muscled buns, relish him in the night

He runs his palms up and down my bouncy tantalizing backside
Drive his fingers in my slippery sultry slot, render me awestruck
Intensely moaning, calling out his name, allowing him to do this thing
Make me insane, make me shudder, make me so **** lost
In his profound new-found thuggishness, steadily sniffing
And kissing him, feeling him like the night will never end

I reach for his long meaty bone to stroke it, embrace the heavenly
Strength of him, float in his immenseness, revel in his supreme
Flexing chemistry as he moans in my ear, makes me get down
On my knees, to service his hardness, pervade my mouth
With his bang-up devouring power, I feel it slide down my throat

Have a blast while I gasp, and make magic as he crashes into my homoness
Lick it slow and fast, give constant attention to his **** thick bell-end
Make his heartbeat rise like an extravagant stupendous tower
Make him starry-eyed while I bring sheerly measureless pleasure
To his action-packed thrashing package, coax him into my flaming
Rainbow paradise, entwine him in my wicked libidinous sweetness

Give him the craziest exhilarating brain that he has ever had
Have him spacing out, smiling wildly, ceaselessly checking me out
The more I slay his manhood, confuse his every movement
Have his emotions trapped in a mind-blowing rollercoaster
Of intense, unbelievable passion, deep, unalloyed erotica
Interlocked with uncontested aesthetic poeticness

Venerate his lengthy, attention-getting magic stick
My exquisite ripped killah, he is so *******
Manly and enchanting, a billion-dollar macho-bound hottie
That gives me fever, that has me so affectionate
Towards his heavenliness, giving him the best pleasurable treatment

Everything he needs to reach the peak to a thrilling explosion of Ecstasy, ******* on his firm slurpable third leg
Until he discharges his steaming man cream down my throat
I stare into his dreamy dark brown eyes with *** covered lips
And grin as he kisses me passionately

— The End —