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Dec 2016 · 912
Double Standard
The Broken Poet Dec 2016
People always ask me:
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
I reply:
A boss.
People already say,
I'm bossy as hell
and maybe that's why,
I get called a *****,
but I wear that crown:
like a ******* queen.
Dec 2016 · 557
What I've Come to Realize
The Broken Poet Dec 2016
Hope is an imaginary pile of *******.
Oct 2016 · 491
Lonely
The Broken Poet Oct 2016
I feel alone
like I have
no place
to call mine.
I do not
belong.
Everywhere
I go,
there are
familiar faces
with unknowing
smiles and
lying lips.
I am just
a walking figure,
no one notices me.
I am so alone
in a sea full
of people.
I am stuck
in my own head
wishing to escape
but no one notices.
I scream into
the abyss
hoping someone
will hear
but I am
lonely.
Slowly sinking
into a mass of
depression and
heartbreak.
Oct 2016 · 346
Pain
The Broken Poet Oct 2016
I deserve
every ounce
of torture
inflicted
upon me.
Oct 2016 · 448
Him
The Broken Poet Oct 2016
Him
There are some
moments
in life
that will
stay with us
forever,
that will
never cease
to evaporate
from our
memories
and I knew
when I locked
eyes with him
my hand resting
in his that I would
never forget
his ocean blue
eyes which I
drowned in
only to resurface
struck with
forbidden feelings
of love and
infatuation
I will never
forget him.
Sep 2016 · 446
Emotions
The Broken Poet Sep 2016
I hate feeling
I wish I could turn it off
Emotions will ****
Flooding in
Unwelcoming
But persistent.
I really wish
I was stone and
cold hearted
as they claim
I am.
Sep 2016 · 317
Lonely
The Broken Poet Sep 2016
I have spent
far too much
time alone.
My thoughts
are creeping in
my everyday
routine.
How can I
silence them?
pretend like they
aren't mine.
Sep 2016 · 374
Writers
The Broken Poet Sep 2016
I listen to the typing of words
The bleeding of emotions
Filling their empty screens
Words that cannot be said
Are typed to form a story
That hides our emotions
In simple words and periods.
May 2016 · 330
Love
The Broken Poet May 2016
I wondered
how could I
possibly be
loved when
I don't
even love
myself.
May 2016 · 333
You
The Broken Poet May 2016
You
I wish I could fly
into the moonlight
only the moon to kiss
as the stars look on
and the sun weeps.
May 2016 · 490
Not Okay
The Broken Poet May 2016
My body is weak and limp
I may put on a facade
But I am vulnerable
I cannot hold my own
Though I try.
Just for once
I want someone to care
And hold me
To know I'm
Anything but okay
As my body shakes
And trembles
With the demons
Trying to escape
But I must sustain them
Lest the world know
The truth.
May 2016 · 726
Sandstorm
The Broken Poet May 2016
I like to contemplate
the very existence
of all foundations
until I wonder
my purpose,
if there is one
or was I a mere mistake
of a sandstorm
formed without authority
from a breath of fire
with icy, cold hands
eyes as coal
with no glint of humane.
May 2016 · 335
Freedom
The Broken Poet May 2016
I grew up too fast
never knowing what
it's like to live free
I'm a teen
who is young
but I have
a foot in the grave
why do I feel so old?
my prison guards
won't let me go
in fear I'll ***** up
in their ways
like they did
when can I go?
I sit here
wishing to be gone
wishing to be alone
wishing to be free
when are they gonna realize
I am not them
I wish I could make mistakes
fall and bleed
until my lungs fail
I am being watched
by the spectators
never being unchained
I am not them
yet, they fear I will be
their burdens and mistakes
are mine to carry
in fault I just might
I can't wait to run away
with their heads to the side
and never look back
I just want some space
to be free and think
******* freedom
is all I ask.
May 2016 · 290
Waiting
The Broken Poet May 2016
Tears won't come
so I write
to let them go
I'm stone cold
never to be felt again
I wish to run away
because I do not want to die
just yet.
When will my life begin?
May 2016 · 335
Reality
The Broken Poet May 2016
Everyone says Karma is a *****
but no one dares name reality
for in itself, the devil lies
with traps and snares
ready to imprison us
of our youth and dreams.
May 2016 · 331
Drowning
The Broken Poet May 2016
Everyone is screaming my name
Voices, voices
Screaming and yelling
I must go help them
Find shore.
Now I scream,
but they've all gone.
May 2016 · 288
Cigarettes
The Broken Poet May 2016
I try to drown out the pain
but I feel in vain
When is it gonna go away
My life is nothing but gray
I can't go on.
May 2016 · 729
Run Away
The Broken Poet May 2016
I dream of running into the night sky
No one to see me
Or where I've gone
No traceable footprints
No way to feel me
When night creeps along.
I dream of disappearing
No one to know me
Or my name.
I dream of never looking back
to familiar faces
of the past.
I just want to run away and be free
Like the night wind.
Apr 2016 · 316
I Dream
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
I dream of flying away
Like a mockingbird
Light and free.

I dream of being happy
Like the wind
Light and free.

I dream of being beautiful
Like a dandelion
Light and free.

I dream of being light and free.
I dream, I dream
But I am living in the
Depths of reality
Waves drowning me in
I can't see the shore from underwater...
I can't breathe,
But,
I dream.
Apr 2016 · 297
Alone
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
I wish I could contemplate
I wish I could think
I would I could breathe
I wish I could inhale
I wish I were alone and well.
Apr 2016 · 305
I'm not Okay
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
I've had to grow up
An age too young
I wasn't ready
There is no ceremony
One night,
You go to sleep a child
Young and innocent
The next morning,
You're forced to grow up.
I place the needs of others
Before myself
I stare in the mirror
I no longer bare an identity
I have lost myself in the night
I will never be okay.
Apr 2016 · 329
Do you ever feel?
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
Do you ever feel
Like a cigarette ****
Left on the ground
Already used and forgotten?
Apr 2016 · 299
For Once
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
My whole life has been
Me taking care of someone else
For once,
I just want someone to care.
Feb 2016 · 266
The Deal
The Broken Poet Feb 2016
You were brought
Into this world
By a mere deal
Life to breathe
Until you die.
Feb 2016 · 310
John William
The Broken Poet Feb 2016
My heart aches at the thought of you
I crumble into a million pieces within myself
Not because you were an ex that I let slip away from my grasp
But because you are a story untold
My crush of 2 years
How I yearn for you to be mine
But I know that will never happen
I am too afraid of rejection
And you barely notice me
I write a million love poems
And people ask me if I'm in love
Without hesitation, your smile appears inside my mind
A secret well within my heart
You are my treasure and I will always like you
You are the boy I let slip away
But know, that every love poem is of us.
Jan 2016 · 275
The Tree of Tales
The Broken Poet Jan 2016
A book
is planted
from a
withering
tree of tales
just waiting
for someone
to watch
it blossom,
waiting for
someone to
read its tales
to live
another life.
Dec 2015 · 581
Girls Like Me
The Broken Poet Dec 2015
You son of a gun
You left me crying in the rain
My revenge is gonna burn
I'm gonna come at 2 am
When you're sound asleep
I'm gonna set that pretty little truck on fire
Gonna watch it burn away my tears
Gonna watch it turn to ashes
Burning away our memories
I'm gonna make you pay the price
For breaking my heart
You son of a gun
You said you loved me
I guess it was all a lie
Nothing but a little game
That cost you your pretty little truck
I guess your daddy never warned you
About girls like me
'*** we don't put up with your crap
We won't waste any more tears
We're just gonna watch 'em blow away
Like your pretty little truck turning to dust
You son of a gun
You left me crying in the rain
And now you don't have a pretty little truck.

Watch it burn!
Dec 2015 · 342
Destroyer
The Broken Poet Dec 2015
Everything I touch shatters
It breaks without repair
Never to be restored
Forever a scar within
A remnant of my presence
I am not good for anything
I am a destroyer.
Dec 2015 · 370
Monster
The Broken Poet Dec 2015
I try my hardest to fake a smile
I can't let her come out
She threatens my very existence
She is toxic to my lungs and poison to my heart
She is always lurking in the depths of my darkest thoughts
I can't let her win or it's my life on the line
When she takes control,
My heart turns cold
My thoughts turn suicidal
I start to tell myself I'm better off dead
All I do is destroy and break
I was a mistake
I think of what life would be if I were dead
And I smile
There is a monster within me
I beg of her to come out
To put me out of my misery
But she likes to play my lungs.
Nov 2015 · 333
A Drunken Poet's Heart
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
Look within the drunken poet's heart
Notice the missing stanzas
The lines that were too unbearable
To write and relive.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Their memories are slowly fading in
Reeling in the abandoned feelings
Then releasing them back in the creek.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
The many paths they have stumbled
Trying to forget, trying to hang on
Writing to numb the pain.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Their dreams and desires just a poem away
Trying to escape the past by living in the future
Their hearts dreaming away.

Look within the drunken poet's heart
Don't break them or you'll just be another poem
A poet really knows how to love you warm
They know what it's like to hurt and love.
Nov 2015 · 335
I Dream of Falling in Love
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
I dream of falling in love
With each cigarette puff blowing in the wind
I dream of falling in love
With each leaf crunching as I'm walking in the woods
I dream of falling in love
With each dandelion seed flowing adrift
I dream of falling in love
With each coyote howling at the moon
I dream of falling in love
With each line I compose from the heart
I dream of falling in love
With each breath I take
I dream of falling in love
Always and constantly.
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
There is a tornado within me
Stealing my breath and polluting my lungs
My emotions raging like a wildfire
Destroying everything in its path
Leaving mass destruction and hate
Ash filling the once beautiful lively field
That was my heart and soul
Rain falling from my sad closed eyes
Enough to drown me and envelop me
A thunderstorm logged in my throat
Threatening to escape and bark
I have to keep it together
I cannot let you see me fall against myself
So all you see is the sunshine
The bird's chirps escaping my lips
Sweet talking about love and happiness
I am afloat on a soft white pillow
But sometimes my cloud changes color
It roars and a storm is released
A flood rushing in to drown my emotions
This is anger and sorrow
Like hot and cold when it forms a tornado
Giving anger a cigarette
A puff of smoke to release it all
Giving anger a bottle of whiskey
A shot to drown it all
I try and contain my thunderous emotions
But sometimes a sob escapes wanting more
I try and fake a smile to lead you on that everything is okay
But sometimes my thoughts curl around my heart
I am a whirlwind of emotions released and contained
I will let you see my happiest thoughts and memories
I will spread them like dandelion seeds
But there is a closed and caged door that no one knows about
All the haunting and horrifying thoughts and emotions
I will always hide and contain the demons.
Nov 2015 · 365
Alcoholic Men
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
He comes stumbling in
Another day of hell
He's barely breathing
Barely hanging on
But all you see
Is that bottle of beer
You can't see the haunting memories
Within the bottle
All you smell is the *****
All you see is that 24 pack
You bark at him to be a man
But don't you see?
Men cannot cry
They are manipulated from birth
The bottle of beer is his medicine
It's his wall of steel
He numbs his feelings
With each drink
Take the bottle away from him
And his raw emotions will **** him
All will sting and a fire will form
Like a tornado with rain
You cannot see what he is trying to escape
All you see is the alcohol
You don't know the sour taste he is turning sweet
With each pull
Erasing the past and sinking him in.
Nov 2015 · 376
Sad Blues
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
I only write
When all is wrong
I only write
When I can't take it anymore
Lately, I haven't been okay
But you wouldn't know
The brighter my smile
The more damage and pain
I have been enveloped
In anger and sorrow
I am a walking paradox
I try to be happy
But then a tornado ***** me in
Leaving me stripped
Raw in emotion
Why must I feel everything in vain?
I got the sad blues.
Nov 2015 · 329
My Kind of Art
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
I've never been good when it comes to art
My strokes are either too soft or too rough
I can never intertwine the colors just right
To make them seem as if they were meant to be
I am no Leonardo De Vinci
I can't draw with my eyes open
Leonardo drew with his heart
Art is for the passionate eye
I am no artist
I cannot visualize lines
My art is the kind where I string letters together
I play with words not paints
I write with my heart not eyes
My kind of art is called poetry.
Nov 2015 · 276
The World's Biggest Lie
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
You walked out of my life
I turned around
I couldn't watch you leave me
I fought the urge to run after you
To beg you to stay for a little longer.

That was the last time I saw you
Now you are in the arms of another
I'm trying to be okay
I really am
Because I don't care.
Nov 2015 · 263
In Love But Never Together
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
She stares at him
He pretends not to notice
He looks up and almost catches her eye
But she quickly looks away
She will never let him hurt her
He will never hurt her
She stares at the ground
Daydreaming about the boy
Across the classroom
He watches her, falling deeper for her smile.

I watched from afar
I never fully understood
How two people could be
In love but not together.

As I watched the sunset in the bed of my truck
I wondered where does it go?
As I was pondering this
The moon came up
The birds stopped chirping
The wolves started howling.

The sun and the moon are deeply in love
One dies to see the other live
The other lives to see the one die.
They are in love but never together.
Nov 2015 · 293
Lovers
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
They were so young and crazy
Whispering I love you
In the back of his truck.

They are graduates now
She is staying in Texas
And he is going overseas
She wants to be a doctor
To save lives
He wants to be a Marine
To defend his country for the greater good.

He comes back
A half year later.

She kisses his cold soft lips
Drawing him in for the last embrace
They put him in underground.

She will never forget him
He's watching over her now
Guarding the gates of Heaven
Waiting for the moment when he will see his love.

They were young and crazy
They were lovers.
Nov 2015 · 394
Love
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
Love will consume your heart
Filling it with youth of life
Love will blind you to all evil
Seeing nothing but sunshine and rainbows
Love will shelter you from the storm
Staying indoors wrapped in his arms
The fireplace crackling
Filling the room with endearing warmth
All is right in the universe
When you have found the one
Wrapped in his or her loving arms.
Nov 2015 · 329
Letting You Go
The Broken Poet Nov 2015
In life
You are going to have to make decisions
That you will question for the rest of your life.

You are mine.
You were my best friend since 6th grade
When I first moved here
Then you started to become a stranger
Someone who I've never met.

I felt the distance you put in between us
I felt the cold draft rush in to fill your void
I waited for you
It only got colder.

Enough is enough.
I had to do what was best for me
I wasn't going to let you play me like that anymore
I ended our friendship
You didn't have the guts
To say it to my face what you've been saying behind my back.

I took the reins.
I ended us
I couldn't keep on pretending like I didn't know
I deserve better than you
But why am I questioning everything I've done?
Why am I wasting my ink and midnight tears on you?

Letting you go
Was the hardest thing I've done
Memories of you and I
Flood my pillows
Filling my thoughts
I will never forget you,
Dear Friend.
Oct 2015 · 315
The Dark Angel
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
Because of thee, the land of dreams
Becomes a gathering place of fears;
Until tormented slumber seems
One vehemence of useless tears.

*Lionel Johnson [1867-1902]
Oct 2015 · 295
The Girl Who Lies
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
I don't lie
To intentionally hurt anyone
It's completely the opposite
I lie to protect
The girl in the mirror
I can't let her get her hopes too high
Because there is this beautiful little demon
Called reality
He will wreck her plans
Cause her ship to sink in the torturous waves
And the sad thing is
She's got nothing to lose
She's got nothing to fear
But the girl in the mirror
Who gets in her own way.
Oct 2015 · 350
I can't
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
My dad calls every year round my birthday
I don't want to talk to him, mom
Last time I saw him I was 9
Now I'm 15 years
I've been avoiding him 6 years
My birthday is coming up
What do I do?
He tries to be a part of my life
But I can't
I push him away
I don't want to see him
I've been okay without him
I can keep on keeping
A secret grudge that's been buried
I can't, I can't
Be alone with him
I don't want to see him
You don't mess with my kin
I wish I could let go of the past
But 6 years a grudge
Ain't easy to let go
Goodbye dad
If I ever come looking
It's gonna be at your grave
If you're ever gonna see me
It's gonna be my tombstone.
Oct 2015 · 522
Going back to the ranch
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
I leap with joy at the news
Happy tears rolling down my cheeks
My parents are separating, once again
We're going back to the ranch
Hopefully we'll be happy
I'll miss my dear friends
But the true ones know
The broken family we are
Sometimes it's best to leave
Instead of forcing something that shouldn't be
They understand
But I pray that my younger siblings be alright
Full of innocence
I take the blame
It is all my fault
I brought us back down to hell
Back then, I was too young to see
But now I feel that this is not okay
We're going back to the ranch
Lord Almighty, help us
We've tried and tried
But some things aren't meant to be
Alcohol and a broken woman don't belong
That man and her don't belong
She deserves better
He's gonna drown himself in his work and alcohol
I hope we'll be happy
I can't go on pretending
We must crawl out of hell now
I'm kissing this house goodbye
We're going back to the ranch
Just mom and I and the kids
Daddy's gonna be left.
Oct 2015 · 730
The Mysterious Boy
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
You came in from Connecticut
Born in Houston, TX
You are a puzzle that I can't piece together
You don't speak unless spoken too
Everyone is so easy to piece
Then by golly there's you
You drive me crazy
You want to be a Ranger
You gotta fight for Uncle Sam
What are you, boy?
Oct 2015 · 428
A Shy Star
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
She dreams of the night
When she'll go gliding across the lonely sky
The humans whispering, "A shooting star"
But she is nothing more than a shy star among others competing for the moon
She dreams of the day when humans will look at her in awe
She is a silent star, a silent poet
Hidden in the darkness of her sky filled room, the moonlight beckoning in
A candle casting shadows of a young girl's hand flying across a blank page
Words quickly filling in as her heart writes her desires and dreams
She hides behind her fantasy equipped words
The ink whispering tales of true love and romance
She is a passionate lover of silent words
Infatuated by their unspoken loudness
The poem is a song to her heart, her lips whispering in harmony
She is a photographer capturing the moment in stringing letters
She carries beauty in her heart and onto words on a once dead tree giving it life
In her wildest dreams, she is a shooting star
But in reality, dreams don't always come true
That is why she is always writing, to live her dreams through her words
Her heart aches to be a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a lover
But she is just a shy star.
Oct 2015 · 280
Staring at the Stars
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
It's one of those sleepless nights
Memories of us engulfing me in tears
Clutching a bottle of whiskey
Your name escaping my drunken lips
My shivering body wanting you to keep me warm
I holler for you, I scream, my lungs collapsing
But I know you are in the bed of another
I shouldn't of let you walk away
I should've clung on tight
I should've told you I loved you
I stare at the stars and all I see is your lips
My vision is blurry with loving tears
Memories of us fading in and out
How I wish I could forever stare at the stars.
Oct 2015 · 300
Friend???
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
I leaned up against you
I tried to resurface our memories
But you looked right through me
You turned away and called for another friend
That's when I knew I was on the end of the elastic band
It came and struck me in the face
That's when I knew I loved you more
That you just simply let go of us
I held in all the tears
but you texted me out of the blue wanting to hang out
I literally broke down
Remembering how you ignored me, but wanting our friendship back
Wanting us back
I tore the bandage off
Now I'm crying and breaking
Our 4am conversation running through my mind
All the shared laughters
Running through my mind
If I knew I would've ended up in pain
I still would've walked up to you
Oh, my dear friend
Does she not know what she has done to my heart?
The Broken Poet Oct 2015
All was silent in that passionate house
The only straining sounds were their hammering hearts
Two lovebirds getting tangled in warming sheets
Their bodies colliding and crashing like the lonely ocean waves
Candles and roses bathing the room in romanticness
The room igniting sparks of tender love through the lovers jagged breaths
Their burning passion lighting each other's yearning desires
A kindling love where a simple kiss forms a beautiful tornado
Stripping the clothes to become one full moon soul
Their hungry bodies moving the joyous flames of the candles
Portraying an abstract shadow of romantic art
The slow strokes painting true love for the blushing moon to witness
The curious window calling in the whispering wind
Cooling the room with its adoration and playing with the girl's ruffled hair
The boy's heart flushed and radiating heat into the girl of his loving dreams
This was all but a burning passion of loving romance.
Oct 2015 · 286
Dear You
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