Faith takes the brokenness and makes it whole.
Jagged pieces must be handled with care.
Faith softens them with power to console.
They will rebuild with belief they’re all there.
Faith is the power to compel healing.
It is the life force of recovery.
Faith is glue between cracks that need sealing.
Knowing the broken will heal is the key.
Oct 4, 2022
Oct 4, 2022 at 12:37 AM UTC
I think the universe fights for two souls to be together but unfortunately, the human experience is flawed. We aren't given instruction manuals on how to live life or how to love people or the sure path to successful relationships or careers or raising children or asking for help, or any of the things that can only be learned with time and many,many mistakes made inbetween the good parts.
Love, like life, is an imperfect experience we are constantly experimenting with.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
I wanna drown in a bottle of bourbon
just to numb the pain of the grenade you left in my heart
each fragment ricochets whispers of your voice.
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling where
our memories are scribbled but i just can't seem to shield my eyes
maybe it's because im still hoping to hold your hand or is it because
my heart is too heavy that i need both hands to carry it.
Your laughter used to fill every crevice of this shackled place with a glimmer of hope.
But after our altercation and throwing our memories down the drain where bits of my heart lay,
I must accept the fact that you will never be a part of my equation.
How can i even keep my emotions from flowing out?!
when the stars and the moon come crashing down while shouting your name, the splash of the waves contains your tears, and the wind which carries your scent makes me nostalgic of the day that we first met.
I yearn for a coconut to hit me on the head just to forget the agony.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Leaving my stained colors bleeding over your own .
I wrecked your brain and controlled your thoughts
Even when i've been gone for so long.
I destroyed your ribs and took your last breath
straight from your weakening lungs.
I was a masterpiece
made from the pieces of broken hearts
and lost souls.
My paints configured of the colors
leaking from the cracks of each victim.
I stole your heart and broke your soul
Using your everlasting color
To finish my last strokes
Leaving a dull grey
in a place of what once was
A soft shade of blue.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
'Definition'
I love you
Is never just love
There is never
So sweet adoration
So much succulent lust
Enough feeling to bleach out
The world she knew
A companionship equalled
By no partnership
In time, or space
A pledge of devotion
Loyalty unhindered
Eternal passion
Put simply
Is love'
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
A cat will play with a ball of yarn to satiate its boredom
And in that analogy you are the ball of yarn.
You are but a trinket to be discarded
A piece of lint in my pocket
the thought of you
makes me *****
are you mentally ********
I am indeed an ******* in
so many languages
Connard in French
Kiss you until your lingeries
are drenched
Mudak in Russian
between your thighs
a slippery discussion
Culus in Latin
Feast on my rigid baton
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC
Lying on the cracked floorboards
in a house that reeks of disappointment
and disgust. My only companion is my unappreciated withered soul my only nourishment are my suicidal thoughts.
Scribbled on the leaking ceiling are all the ways I could end my torment.
Each night I hope for the sweet escape of death.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Cold white flakes fall from the heavens
So delicate and unique
Each pattern different from the last
Each one with it's own identity
Like moments falling from the past
Each one dear and special
But when you reach out
To grasp it and hold it close,
It melts in your warm hold
And fades away
Until it is nothing but a memory
Of something beautiful that once was
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
You were supposed to fix the broken pieces of my soul not scatter it across the galaxies in your eyes where your tears filled with shards of painful memories flooded the starways. It baffles me how our love which started with emanating happiness ended in such glorious tragedy.
I'm pulsating with rage and confusion, but I'll instead apologize for my love wasn't enough to appease what your soul craved for.
I'm thankful for being a sadist because the pain im feeling right now is comparable to crawling on a field of razor blades tipped with a paralyzing neurotoxin while being chased by your apparition wielding a sword that slowly slashes at what's left of my mangled soul while trying to dodge the knives that always end up in the depths of my heart.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
hearing your name feels like being stabbed
by a knife engulfed in regret
remembering your smile
is like drowning with no water
seeing you happy with someone else
makes me want to shove my hand
down my throat and pull my heart out
hoping for you to comeback
is like reciting a poem to
a deaf person
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC