My glass chest is cracked.
Enough not to laugh
Enough not to dance
Not enough to shatter
Not enough to cry
Tiny Fractures one by one
One Forgets
One Ignores
One Insults
Many don't ask
My glass is usually strong
Enough to withhold most
But weakened by blows
Slight but sure
I hope i won't break any more
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
You wrap your word so delicately
They almost feel sincere
But i can see the cracks that tear
The O's perfect sphere
Flour made of crushed fake smiles
And water from eye dew
Newspaper strips torn carelessly
And drowned in smooth white glue
Your hands are sticky from the words
You tried so hard to mould
Happiness not gifted to me
But rather your to uphold
You act as though you've done no wrong,
No fault from the start
Perhaps now you should paper mache
My bruised and bleeding heart.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
I locked my beating heart in a dead man's chest
Finding safety underneath the sands
Fourteen years it remained buried far below
Yet somehow found it's way to your hands
With unconcerned plunges of your careless knife
Don't bother to watch my heart bleed
Soaking the base of the box; red and hot
Yet you merely day dream, walking sleep
I removed my heart from love's reckless hands
But pain; dull, fresh, endless is still felt
It should end now yet the sea i still roam
Trusting now in blackholes i never before dwelt
My unbalanced chest suffers an unliftable burden
As my heart's held 'ransom' by you
Love's cruel trick; i remain Davy Jones
With not even my broken heart, only a ship and crew
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
Weeping Willow please don't stop your tears
Fill the lake with salts that restrain my fears
Ignore the handkerchief for drops to dry
And release them full and fast, just cry
Swims in your sea of pains keep mine at bay
Youv'e wept for long, continue i pray
If you're not falling apart then i will be
Sacrifice your smiles and sob also for me
Your base is stronger than mine i am sure
If i lament as you do i would not long endure
So i'll give you my troubles to keep the lake high
For if you cease wells will form in mine eye
I'm too weak to give the pool it's due pay
Without you the lake and i will waste away
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Miles of ivory silk,
draped across the heaven's rafters
painted in the lightest of blues
The deception cheats your eyes
yet skin, oh clever skin,
is not so easily fooled.
The eyes state audaciously that
the day is pleasant but the skin,
in it's connected wisdom shouts "Liar!"
as the bold winter breeze picks your pockets.
The once refreshing diamonds of dew
that rescued from the suns angry rays
now blanket it's old damsel in crystals of frozen death.
The crunch of the boot,
unwillingly emerging from the warmth,
upon the already waning grass
sealing the blade's inescapable fate.
The action is welcomed
by the lowest lying fog and mist
as it rushes to kiss the feet of the new ally.
Upon awakening, a simple "ah"
releases smoke of a tepid body about to freeze
as the chilling bite is reluctantly embraced
Warmth must be sought
through the enemy's blaze
The orange dance is begun and grows
As hands of flame reach for the sky
eating, destroying the invisible foe
that naively wanders into the inferno
the crackle of wood hides the screams
Day walks on and the cold ceases
it's relentlessly harsh attack
'til morning is received once more.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
East Wind: kiss my face and sway my meagre clothes; use them as your hands to tickle my skin, a rare sensation.
West Wind: let me continue to breathe your sweet freshness; chilling my throat at the swift intake of your being
North Wind: release the constraints of my hair; run your ghostly fingers through it, sculpt an unseen, unusual beauty.
South Wind: become my nourishment; let me cling, don't leave me in need of your significant presence
Travel the world to find me, i plead.
Allow me to forget your vitality and forgive me for that.
Let me breathe on and on until my lungs become foolish enough to resist your eager kindness.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC
The death of sound before the inevitable blow
Stomach should be rumbling; not a sound
Heart should be cracking, shattering, you know
There are tremors and tingles, mind; never slow
You stand but you feel you must run or drowned
The earsplitting silence is too much to take
Just begin, just end; you hesitantly plead
For when it starts the choice you must make
No more questioning or ideas for the future; opaque
No matter the result you must simply be freed
Of the never-ending watch and wait
You'll take what comes, despite the fear
Your mind and heart can no longer relate
Your senses diminish under the copious weight
By this your body talks; the end is near
The Silence ends and the war, the journey, the future begins.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:53 AM UTC
Lies were her truths , she couldn't deny
To annihilate them bore a price far too high
The absence of fibs would destroy her lips
The honest silence would consume her scripts
To tell what is was to break the norm
Shatter her comfort, finally face the storm
No, shielding herself was her best defence
Never face what's real only suffer the expense
Sapling white lies she nourished grand deception
No slight glittering truth for visual perception
I assume she believed the cloak's easier to wear
Despite the thousands of pounds, she'd sooner tear
"Who is she?" "Why?" you ask, i wish i could know
She'd never revealed what was buried far below
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:52 AM UTC
Dear Children of overwhelming love:
Breathers of Breaths
Thinkers of Thoughts
Dreamers of Dreams
You're on the edge about to fall
It's a selfish place we call home
No one cares to see your tears
In your pain, you walk alone
Heavily laden with dreadful burdens
Will there ever be respite?
Or someone to carry your yoke
Impossible in the darkest of nights
Pull your hair to feel fresh pain
Go to sleep and never awake
If only your mind knew these thoughts
Put a precious life at stake
You run, you run though your body aches
No escape though you scream
In your mind; the only possible end
Or so it would seem...
Your broken hearts break hearts
Surely you know this to be true
Don't become just a number
When there are great plans and dreams for you
They may be clouded, they may be lost
But if you search you will find
Strongest of fighters, Pioneers
Most beautiful soul and mind
So children of overwhelming love please:
Love to Breathe
Love to Think
Love to Dream
And Love to Live
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:52 AM UTC
It's the risk we choose to take everyday
We believe in our legs to support our weight as we rise each morning
That the water will miraculously flow with the simple twist of the wrist
That the time is kept safe within it's plastic casing, hoping it doesn't deceive
But it is easily broken, imperfectly repaired.
We hope our blood doesn't reveal itself on our face when we'd otherwise hide
That our mouths will keep the secrets of our hearts sacred
That the investments we lovingly place on others won't bankrupt us
But it's easily lost, never fully rediscovered.
And yet it's the risk we willingly choose to take.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC