Well into the night,
Caught between dream and day,
I examine the space beside me,
Where my love should lay.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
Where does my heart lie?
In a church,
On a stage?
In a book,
On a page?
How does my heart lie?
On its side?
On its face?
In a pile,
In some place?
Why does my heart lie?
To my friends,
Old and new?
To my family,
My own heart too?
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
When you have a toothache,
The dentist pulls it.
When you have a stomachache,
The doctor eases it.
When you have a headache,
Medicine soothes it.
When you have a backache,
The chiropractor fixes it.
So why is it...
There is no dentist, or doctor,
There is no medicine or chiropractor,
To heal this heartache?
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
I force a smile
broken up by teeth,
To hide a soul
broken up by grief.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
You waited through my victories.
You waited through my miseries.
You waited while I cried
You waited for when I smiled.
You waited when I turned away from you.
You waited while I was with him.
You waited when I was insecure.
You waited
And waited For me.
And now I am the one,
Who is Waiting for you.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Your heart.
broken,
battered,
beaten
and bruised,
but still beating.
What's more beautiful then that?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
My foundation is cracked,
And my mortar needs replacing.
My bricks have faded,
And desperately need reshaping.
I don't have the strength I once had,
Years of abuse have shortened my life.
The cool paint of graffiti,
The scraping of a knife,
The burn of riot fires that mark me.
I have been spat on,
Kicked, cried on, yelled at.
I stand from Dawn to Dawn,
As a constant support.
A constant reminder
That a wall,
Broken and bruised,
Worn and small,
Can still love you.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
She stands up strait to balance the weight that is pulling her back.
She wears a smile to distract from her worn eyes.
She helps others because she so desperately needs it.
The only reason she doesn't self inflict is then people will know.
She eats very little because her heart has sunk to her stomach.
She drinks a lot to allow her to cry later.
She's so broken she seems whole to you.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
A stranger may look on in wonder,
Curious of its splendor.
They may ask,
"Who made this mask?"
And With a heavy sigh,
I'll curtly reply:
"The mask is of my own design,
I made it faultless, line by line."
They'll look on in perplex.
Then comment next,
"What purpose does it serve?"
My answer, "To preserve."
They'll give a questioning look,
And my eyes will be those of a crooke.
"To preserve a broken state,
Which has been rather ill of late.
Behind this mask,
Lies an ungodly task.
The broken soul,
Is ***** as coal.
The bleeding heart,
Needs a jump start.
The shattered mind,
Could use a new shine...
But to speak of more,
Is to open a horrendous door.
There is so much pain,
Anyone else would fain."
They'll continue to stare at me,
"May i ask.. if I may see?"
I'll pause. And think.
Before I speak,
"If I let you behind my mask,
There is but one thing I ask.
Look around with care,
I can't take another tear."
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
My portal will take me around the world, Without me leaving my room as it should.
Twisting, turning, climbing fast.
To reach a future, present, past.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC