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Jun 2015 · 484
Barefoot
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I look at the horizon
The sun kisses the sea
The sky blushes pink at their love
The clouds hug the sky
I feel the sand tinkling my feet
The water cleansing my knee
The wind whispering about love in my ears
I close my eyes and picture your arms wrapped around me
Your lips just inches from mine
Your heart just a beat away from mine
We got married in the summer of '09
Right before you got deployed
I said my vows knowing that you could die
I didn't know it would be this soon
I imagine your soft lips grazing my neck
Your stuble leaving marks on my cheek
I imagine you whispering 'I love you' against my lips
As the sea crashes the shore
I picture us saying our 'I do's'
I will never forget your big 'ole heart
Your bravery of risking it all for your country
You are forever in my heart
With these ashes that I carry
In this heart shaped locket you gave me
If I were to know that this is how it would've ended
I still would've given you a chance.
Jun 2015 · 592
Independent
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Never rely so heavily on a person
Whenever you fall asleep in your bed they may not be there
They're not by your side holding your hand
There not behind the closed doors holding you while you cry
Your trembling body violently shaking like a tornado
Your tears flowing from your eyes like a waterfall
A hurricane is forming within
The wind gets heavier and picks up what remains
All that is left is a desert
Nobody is there
It's just you
Never rely on one so heavily
That you have planned a schedule
One day they'll leave you
One day they'll die
One day y'all will get into a fight
So please, my Darlin'
Stay independent
For how can one heart fill two?
How can one casket fill two?
Jun 2015 · 418
A Pool Filter
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
My swimming pool was full of dirt
Why do you let every little feeling hurt
My pool decides what stays in and what goes out
Why must you fill yourself with doubt
My pool always stays pure
Why must you let the pain endure
My pool moves itself
Why must you hurt yourself
My pool leaves quite the impression
Why must you label yourself with depression
My pool filter cleanses the filthy water and makes it happy
Why must you make yourself feel ******?
Jun 2015 · 233
Just One More
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
He's at the bar drinking with his buddies
They can barely understand him
His words are slurry
His vision is blurry
He asks for one more beer
They say 'okay last one'
15 beers later it's closing time.
My heart is the true poet
Whatever it wants my body works for it
My cramping hand slowly glides the paper
Quickly being filled with letters
Stringing the paper and filling its empty void
I think to myself, 'just one more'
I am no better than the alcoholic
They have an aching head the next morning
I have an aching hand
I don't know when to stop
I love writing about nothing and everything
Each poem I write sparks a new one
'Just one more,'  every poet says.
Jun 2015 · 211
True Beauty
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
A cloud covers the sun
But the sun still shines forth
Everyone looks for the mysterious sun
Where has it gone?
You can be the most beautiful cloud
But what truly matters is what lies behind it
The heart will always shine forth through every flaw.
Jun 2015 · 256
A Love Song
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
When I read a poem
I feel like I'm listening to a song
I feel like I'm dreaming another's dream
Sometimes I like to sing the poem as if it were meant to be a song
If only poets were singers
Then there would be heartfelt songs
There would be world peace on earth
And everybody can learn to cherish every second
A poet's poem is the closest you'll get
To the watery depths of their mind, heart, and soul
A poet's poem is a love song
Listen to the words
And you'll hear the wind whispering in your ears
You'll feel the sea tickling your toes
You'll feel the sun burning your heart inside out
A poet's poem is a rainbow after the thunderstorm
A poet's poem is the greatest love song.
Jun 2015 · 272
Stupidly In Love
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You say you don't love me
I watch you walk away
Knowing I was bound to get hurt
But I loved you either way
And I'd do it all over again
I act tough
I bawl my fists
And chase after you
I won't let you go
Bet you restrain and walk away
Give me another chance
I'm willing to change if you just say you'll be mine
That night, I cried myself to sleep
Dreaming happily of you and I
I got drunk that night
And I passed out on the couch
That night I never woke up
But I never did stop dreaming of us.
Jun 2015 · 1.3k
I Am Afraid
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Most people are afraid of not getting married
They are afraid of never being good enough
Of never being accepted
My fear is greater
My fears do not lie in the hands of others
My fears lie heavy on my soul
What if I don't make it?
What if I'm not happy?
What if I'm forced fo have a job I don't love?
I think of my future everyday
Knowing that I could die tonight
I want to write
I love to write
I want to become an author
I want to inspire people with my words
I am afraid
What if it doesn't happen?
What if I die before then, then what?
What will happen to my binder?
I will be another gone dreamer dead.
Jun 2015 · 585
A Sad Blue Song
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
It's pouring
I'm drinking
I'm thinking of us
Maybe I shoudn't of been such a wuss
I should've told you how much you meant to me
But now it will never be
I'm listening to a sad blue song
I imagine your radiant smile which I long
You are so naturally beautiful
And who would've known that you were so truthful?
But when I saw you in the arms of him
I put my lips to the brim
And drink to what will never spark
I fade out into the dark
With my broken heart
Oh how I wish I would never have to part
But I can't stand to see the girl I love in another boy's embrace
I was only running when I already knew I would've lost the race
I am filled with regret
If only we would've never met
I would've never been listening to a sad blue song
Missing a girl dearly whom I long.
Jun 2015 · 282
Who Says?
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I held my daddy's hand at grandpa's funeral
I looked up and saw a tear flow free
Carried away by the wind
Who says real men don't cry?
I looked at her thin frame
She tried to fake a smile
But I clung on to her side
Who says real women have curves?
I looked at the blood on the floor
The rope on the ceiling
Another Beauitful soul gone
Who says words don't ****?
I looked at them part
Another goodbye
A kiss here and there
I promise to come home safe, mom,  he says
Who says freedom comes free?
I looked at the torn innocent girl
I held her trembling body in my arms
Trying not to fall
Who says **** is okay?
I look at the man on his deathbed
The drugs and the beer have finally gotten to him
I hold his hand and kiss his forehead for the last time
Who says smoking and drinking is cool?
I look at the beaten man
I rush to his side and dial 9-1-1
He's barely breathing, his breaths are jagged
Who says a man is the only abuser?
I look at her covered tattooed arms
Her patient starts to slowly die and she starts panicking
Quick! Hurry! Save the little girl, she says
Who says people with tattoos are stupid?
I see the man in his turban
Helping the little old lady cross the street
She's laughing like there's no tomorrow
Who says all Muslims are radical?
I see a man getting bullied
Others screaming at him to grow some *****
A group of women and men run up to take his side
Who says feminists hate men?
I look at the girl in her Dress Blues
M-16 slung around her chest
Her family surrounding her
Who says women belong in the kitchen?
Jun 2015 · 403
Darlin'
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Sometimes you just need to learn when to walk away
And quit following their sick play
When nothing is going right
Set it straight
This is your life darlin'
This is your way of livin'
And if you ain't happy
Then all you'll ever feel like is ******
If someone hurts you
And they got you feeling blue
Just know that it's okay to leave them
Your smile is a loss gem
That you deserve to have back
So just grow a jack
And do what's best for you Darlin'
If you ain't smilin'
Then walk away from whoever is hurting that smile
Grab your rifle
And Darlin'
Let's go huntin'.
Jun 2015 · 315
Goodbye
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I walk away
You should've treated me better
Can't you give me another chance? You ask
I laugh and leave
Oh, how many times I have heard that
Coming straight from your slurry, drunken mouth
I deserve better than this
This is where our accidental collided paths separate
Goodbye, my Darlin'
I will always be in love with the guy I once knew
Not this stranger.
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
A Life In My Hands
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I checked my phone
It was from you
My heart races
My blood rushes to my itchy fingers
My body starts violently trembling like a thunderstorm forming in the ocean
I need you
Don't leave me
Is my love for you not enough?
You wrote a suicide note
You were about ready to end it all
I thought about riding my horse on over to your place
Or driving my four wheeler through your window
You can't just leave me
How could you leave me with the burden of it being my fault?
I am too young to have been placed a life in my hands
But I have saved her multiple of times
But what if she would've gone?
Jun 2015 · 1.4k
Insensitive
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I'm just trying to teach you what the real world is
Get angry at who ever lied to you
Your heart is too gushy and mushy for this world
You will get crushed
And left at the door to be used as a mat
I have a heart of steel
I am not insensitive to be a ****
But to help and mold you to show you what the real world is like
I'm preparing you
I trick you into falling in love with me
But then I break your heart
To show you that you can't trust anyone
Never be afraid to speak up
I am an insensitive, teasing son of a gun
But I will make your heart as strong as lead
I wil turn you into the strongest bottle of whiskey
And then you will know why I was so insensitive
I will forever be burdened with the thought of losing you
I was your first love and your first heartache
Now you know what I'm really like
My poor dear darling
She was so easy to talk to
She was my best friend
She knew who my dream cowboy was
But now I have to live with the thought that I broke her heart
Hopefully she'll think of me
Even if it is a sad blue song.
Jun 2015 · 310
Let Go
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Once upon a time I used to be so blue
But then I blew all my worries away
The ocean carried them in ripples
Like nothing more but a grain of sand
The wind carried all my doubts astray
Along with the other gone souls
I've learned to let go
Like one person once said
Worrying is like going outside with an umbrella and waiting for if to rain
You just need to learn how do dig a six foot hole
And throw all your worries, fears, doubts, and anything haunting in the grave
Nothing more but a flush of your waste.
Jun 2015 · 545
The Little Girl
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
She asked me why I love writing sad poems
Aren't you suppose to forget about sad things?
I write sad poems to remember the feeling so I will never want to feel the heartache again
I write so another can connect with my words
I write for the future
She asked me why I love writing poems about love
I told her that love is nothing but a lipstick gone wrong
It's all good until it's all used up or until you've lost it
I write love poems because love doesn't exist in this world
I like to make up my own kind of love
The one where everyone is happy and no one gets hurt
She asked me why I write about God
I told her that I would like to try and spread the good news
I write to let others know that someone cares
I like to let them know that he will never stop loving them even if they don't believe
I want them to look forward to something after death
I want to give them a sense of direction and purpose
That little girl died of cancer
She had a journal dated that exact day
I won't ever forget her
I read her journal everyday like its the news
She wrote in thought of me
One day she was just gone and long dead
Like a puff of smoke on a cigarette
She told me that she wrote sad poems for me
She told me that love does exist
Wasn't what I had with her love?
She told me that God is definitely real
She's in Heaven now.
Jun 2015 · 363
We're All A Little Lonely
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
We're all infatuated by each other's words
We know not anything about each other
We write to ease our pain
We write to erase the memories
We write to feel the numb
We write our heart's desire
We write our soul's despair
We write our mind's thoughts
We write to feel like we belong
When you write, you don't know whether someone will like it or hate it
But you write because what other way is their to life?
When we write its to quench our thirsty souls
When we write its to ease the burden of our shoulders
When we write its to let our heart be heard
But don't you see?
We are a sea of people
But admit it, darling
We're all a little lonely
We're all looking for that perfect poem that describes the situation right
That sets the soul at peace
I don't consider myself a poet
And I'm sure most of y'all don't
I write to fill the empty void of loneliness.
Jun 2015 · 243
Why I Believe
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
There is smoke in the air
Buildings are tumbling down
Little girls getting *****
Men getting abused
People hanging themselves
"Can't you see the world is full of madness?
Yet you still choose to believe?"
It's easy,
When I die I will be forever happy floating amongst the clouds
Nothing but a pure innocent soul
But when you die you have nothing to look forward to
You don't believe in an after life
You question my faith
I question your lack of faith
You say, "What kind of a God will allow this?"
Missing your sweet loved one
He took your most precious love and you started to hate Him
The death of my uncle opened my heart to Him
You say you don't believe in a God that it is unthinkable
But when you fall who catches you?
My God does
Whether there is a God or not
I like to believe in something magical rather than nothing at all
I have to have a reason to hang on to
It's much like breathing
You can't see it but you can't live without it.
Jun 2015 · 252
Why I Like To Write
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You have gone to another world
Nirvana some might say
Heaven some believe
Or maybe you became another person
You could just be a pile of dirt
But when I write about you
I smell beer and dirt
I taste your salty lips
I feel your soft curly hair
Even now I feel your rough hands all over me
I tremble with a longing
If only you wouldn't of gone
My darling, I'm trying to hang on
But I have no rope
I write to keep the memory of you alive
I write to hear your laughter
I write to see your toothy grin
I write to feel your body warmth lying next to me
But I know that when I stop writing
Your presence will leave
I will miss you
Farewell, until my next writing.
Jun 2015 · 1.1k
Never Get Too Attached
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You can say you like a person
You could like a person's laugh or smile
But my dear darling
Never say "I love you"
When you do you have enclosed yourself in a glass case full of water
Slowly and painfully losing oxygen
Because one day you'll have to let go
Whether it's a death or a moving on
It doesn't matter if your fingernails are latched on
Because they will eventually break
Never love a person so much
It is unbearable to leave them
You will forever be scarred of the knowledge that you have lost
what you have loved so dearly
Never get too attached.
Jun 2015 · 379
Cheers To Us
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Cheers to that crazy howl in the corner
Holding your stomach trying not to cry so loud
Those hot acid tears stinging your cool face
They fall on your lips and you lick it away
Burning your throat and into your stomach
Only to be quickly filled with more tears
Like an ocean rushing in getting ready to destroy the shore
To all those ****** knuckles and broken glass
You were mad
And tasted the ****** salt
But you smiled and went on
Until there wasn't anything else to break
To all those folding hands
Singing in harmony
Praying to a God
Even when you went through hell and back
To all those sweaty nights
Waking up panting and gasping for air
It was just another nightmare, darling
Get ready to wake up and face them
Cheers to all the people in the world for still being alive
Even when you felt like the world didn't give you a reason
There is nothing better than being alive
Cheers to us.
Jun 2015 · 1.5k
A Little Broken
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
But we are all a little broken
In some way we can never be the same
We are damaged
Never to be repaired
That's the way of life
You can try and fix something
You can say you repaired it
But it will never go back to its original state.
Jun 2015 · 320
The Starry Night
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Another sleepless night
I lie on the hammock
And stare up above
At the twinkling stars
I think of the many dead
Who were turned into Angels
But some of them
Just wanted to forever be a part of the hidden sky
So they chose to become stars
To light up the night and give us hope
The brighter the star
The younger the death
The dimmer the star
The older the death.
Jun 2015 · 428
Don't Go
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You hug him one last time
You hug her one last time
Bye Mommy
Bye Daddy
Bye Lover
Bye friend or cousin
Until I see you
Try not to get blown up
You pretend to laugh
It is your worse nighmare thinking he or she won't come back
That the devil took their life before the Angels could save them
You get one last hug and kiss
You scream farewell
But on the inside, oh my darling
You are breaking down
You are drowning
Many nightmares running through your mind
Your lips said farewell
But your heart said "Don't Go"
Why did you let them slip on by?
You know it in your heart that that might of been the last goodbye
But you let go anyways
Even if your fingers wanted to latch on
You pray for a safe return
But you know God has plans for them
Ones we will never understand
You look above and see that our former country men are now
Guarding the gates of Heaven.
Jun 2015 · 251
Never Close Enough
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I could feel your hot breath on me
But it wouldn't be enough to ignite a fire
I could feel your intertwining hands weaving in mine
But it wouldn't be enough to feel your soft, hard hands
I could feel your heart beat against mine
But it woudn't be enough to feel your soul
I could feel your shaggy hair on my face
But it wouldn't be enough to feel like a million bugs
I could feel your lips against mine
But it wouldn't feel like the sun's endearing coolness
I could be feeling your whole body against mine
But it wouldn't be enough to feel like a jigsaw puzzle
I could never be close enough
With you, there is no such thing as too much love
Even now, I could feel your spirit intertwining our hands
Telling me to not shed a tear
I am enveloped in a cloud storm full of sweet sorrowful memories of us.
Why did you have to fight the war?
Jun 2015 · 352
Yes I Am A Feminist
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
He's told to grow some *****
She's told to quit being overly sensitive
He's told to pack on some muscle
She's told to bare no fat
He's told getting some is part of a boy's duty
She's been called a ****
He's gotten beaten
She's gotten beaten
Man don't be such a **** hit back
Man just do what he says and he won't hit you
He's a walking human
She's a walking human
Gender roles should not decide pay checks
Hard work and determination should
Your body parts don't get in the way of anything
Stand up and speak up
Feminism is not about women hating men
It's about equality amongst the two.
Jun 2015 · 215
What Happens After Death
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
The world will still spin on its axis
The sun will rise and set
The moon will come up
The Stars will cover the night sky
The world won't stop for you or me
We're just another person gone
Many more follow us
It's now our time to go back home.
Jun 2015 · 601
A Summer In Texas
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You come down some backroad
And you'll hear some big 'ole diesel trucks
Gravel flying everywhere
The Girl's hairs whipping in the wind
Mud all over the teenagers
A beer in hand
You come down on a ranch
And you'll hear some shotguns
Bullets flying everywhere
The grow men grunting and stalking
Deer antlers for the walls
A beer in hand
You come down on a farm
You'll see Old McDonalds
And you'll hear the animals everywhere
The family out on their trail
Screaming "Yee-Haw"
A beer in hand
You come on down to the lake
You'll see families fishing
You'll hear the bobbers hitting the water
A beer in hand
You come on down to camp
You'll see men living off the land
You'll hear laughter everywhere
A Bon fire going, bringing out the s'mores
Someone with a guitar singing to George Strait
A beer in hand.
Jun 2015 · 254
What Faith Is
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Just close you eyes and fall backwards
I'll catch you
Just let me set my alarm for tomorrow morning
I'll see you this weekend
20 years from now...
Forever
Distance and love
Faith is blind
But it's harder to believe in God
And never having seeing him
Rather than not believing
And never seeing
Faith is knowing that when you call
You have God
It doesn't mean you are better than anybody else
It doesn't mean you are a loser
Faith is expecting to wake up tomorrow
And promising your forevers.
Jun 2015 · 191
If You Were To Know
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
If you were to know
That I would've broken your heart
Before I mended it
Would you of gave me the key?
                                                            ­                                    If you were to know
                                                                ­                    That I would've said goodbye
                                                                ­                                Sooner than later
                                                                ­                 Would you of have walked on by?
If you were to know
That I had cancer
Would you of still fallen in love with me?

                                                            ­                                     If you were to know
                                                                ­                              that today is your last day
                                                             ­                           Would you lock yourself away
                                                                ­      Or let everyone know how much you love them?
Jun 2015 · 495
Behind Closed Doors
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
What she has seen has caused her to flinch
What she has felt has caused the ocean to overflow
When someone reaches out to touch her
She's expecting to get beat so she turns the other way
You wonder what's wrong
She's not answering your question
Water is flowing from those Innocent eyes
Her parents are fighting again
She likes to blame herself and mostly God
She feels forsaken
She feels like she's dangling off a cliff
While everyone watches, a cold beer in hand
You try and shake her
Rookie mistake
She sees her dad getting hit
Yes, 40% of men are stuck in abusive relationships
But you woudn't know this
If she were to tell you, you would just laugh
As well as the others
They say he's a man tell him to grow some *****
But he was raised to never hit anyone, period
He was taught that Jesus bore more
So he wanted to out do him.
Jun 2015 · 610
Thinking Of You
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I lie on the bed of my Chevy
A million little bugs crawling all over me
I think about your soft kisses grazing my body
The wind blows my hair into a dance
I think about us dancing until the crack of dawn
I listen to the crickets chirping
Humming their own little tune
I think about your lips whispering into mine promising forever
I stare at the moon
I think how obviously made you were for me
Something gravitated me towards you
Much like earth and the moon
I listen to the rustling of the leaves
I think about that time you pushed me up against the wall
Pulled me by hair
And kissed me fiercely
Igniting something deeply within
I lie on the bed of my Chevy
Wondering what went wrong.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
After 3 years of being her friend
I finally asked her why she doesn't wear her turban
She laughed with sadness in her eyes
You mean a Dastaar?
I blushed in embarrassment
Wondering if I should keep going
She tells me she doesn't wear it because she used to get bullied
She's trying to blend in with us
I imagine a church of millions in colorful turbans and dastaars
I say tell me about your church
She says it's a mosque
I say tell me about your God
She tells me Muhammed and the prophet Allah
I say tell me about your Bible
She says it's called a Quran
She says what's it like to get baptized in your religion
I say unlike other churches we don't get baptized into a a religion
We get baptized with the Father, and the Son, and The Holy Spirit
The Holy Trinity might one say
She says tell me about Jesus
I say that God sent his only son to be crucified for our sins when he has done no wrong
She sings Jesus Take The Wheel
But she is not Christian
Other religions and cultures have always fascinated me
I say tell me what's wrong
She says her grandparents really don't like her as much
Since she's running out of time and can't pray the obligated times
People say she's Hindu
People say she's from The Middle East
People say she's a million things
But to me she is the best bud, a human, like you and I
I want to be in combat, as well as she
I want to be in the Marines, she wants to try Army
She tells me my father wanted to but he couldn't because of his vision
She tells me the same might happen to her
But it's the thought
I told her I wanted to go to the Middle East before I join the Marines
She said I'll go with you
I say why?
She says because you need someone to protect you
I say okay we'll add that to the many states and countries to visit after we graduate
She tells me I've been in the middle of war before
I say what do you mean
She tells me she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time
She tells me you know it's not a bad place in the Middle East
I smile and I say I know
It's not the country itself but the people within it
She has relatives in India
But was born in Richardson, TX
She is Muslim
I have relatives In America
I was born in Denton, TX
I am Christian
Hatred is not simply taught.
Jun 2015 · 1.1k
The Devil Is Always Lurking
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
The Devil doesn't have horns
The Devil doesn't have one human leg and one cow leg
Like my daddy told me
I have figured it out on my own
I am here to warn you of an old folk talk
Do no evil, hear no evil, see no evil
God made you what you are
Why try to change genders?
God made the animals to hunt and eat
Why become a vegetarian?
Why **** the animals murderousely and lie them out like corpses?
You must eat what you ****
Your body is a temple
Why must you run it with a blade?
Marijuana was once a beautiufl leaf
Told to me from generations
My mother's grandma would tell her stories who then my mom told me
We humans took over this land
That God was more than willing to share
We abused his beautiful leaf
It is not good to be a drunkyard
The devil is always lurking
He is not covered in anything
He is disguised as our guilty pleasures
The blade
The ****
The bottle
What you can't have
It may seem okay to us
But in the end
Whether you believe or chose not to
Know that you will face God
As will as I.
Jun 2015 · 835
My Honey Bun
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Today at work
Someone gave me a honey bun
It was sweet
But not as much as your kisses
It was delicious
But not as much as your tender graze
A million memories of us unfolded
Someone gave me a cup of coffee
I watched the steam rise from the cup
I thought about our souls colliding
Oh, my honey bun.
Jun 2015 · 224
Hello Poetry
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
They tell me to get a life
So now I'm here
I'm addicted to sweet words written across a page
From a writer's watery depths
Hello Poetry
Goodbye my life
Now I'm forever cursed
With a long string of letters just waiting
To get put into a poem
Now everything around me is just a poem waiting to happen.
Jun 2015 · 282
People Are Crazy
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
You meet a stranger and hit it straight off the bat
You say "see ya later" when you never know if you will
It's just the hope
You see someone crying
You go to comfort them talking about Jesus
You say "I'll always be here"
Knowing your own shoulders bare enough
You see someone alone
You take that seat next to them
You say "You're not lonely anymore"
Knowing you were the one that was lonely
You see someone getting bullied
You say "I'm here"
Knowing that no one is there when your parent's fight
You see someone depressed
You try everything in vain to cheer them up
You say "Just be happy"
With images of your parents unhappy
Hugging your younger siblings
Cursing God
You see someone disbelieving
You go and spread the good word
Promising them God is real
When you are angry at Him
You say "God will never forget you"
Eventhough you feel like nothing more but a shadow
You see someone happy
You can't help but stare
You fall in love with their smile
It causes you to smile
Knowing you have lost yourself
You try your hardest to cheer everyone up
When you haven't seen a rainbow in days
People are crazy.
Jun 2015 · 261
Another Starry Night
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I lie awake
Staring at the stars
Thinking of your twinkling eyes
I close my eyes
Feeling the wind
Thinking about your hot breath next to me
I open my eyes
I stare at the moon
Thinking about how often it changes
But we never will
There might be times when a cloud covers our sun
But even the sky parts
I stare at the trees that are dancing with the wind
And I think about our last dance right before you went to sleep
It's a full moon out tonight
I look at you and see my world
I listen to the crickets chirping
I think about our long talk of forevers
If only I could freeze time
And relive this moment every day
What a beautiful starry night
With the boy I have fallen in love with.
Jun 2015 · 328
A Lullaby
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you cry
Angels weep
Causing it to rain
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you smile
A rainbow kisses the sky
The sun and the sea finally meet
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you're angry
A thunderstorm appears
But just know that a rainbow must always follow
Sooner or later.
A lullaby I just started singing to my baby sister yesterday.
Jun 2015 · 319
Keeping Him Alive
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
There is something in his eyes that makes me keep longing
The way one keeps sipping even though their is nothing at the bottom of that cup
There is something about his arms that makes me want to keep on hugging him
The way one says hello after a long departure
There is something about his shirt
The sweet sorry smell that is him
The bedsheets I yet to wash
There is something about his hands that makes me want to stay
The way one stays 'one more beer'
There is something about his lips
Maybe it's how soft they are
Or maybe it's because they taste like the sweetest honey
I keep wanting to come back like a honey bee
There is something about his smile that gravitates me towards him
The way the sun and the moon cannot stray
These is something about his heart, mind, and soul that keeps him alive in all my poems
I can never forget a boy like that even if he has already moved on
This is me
Keeping my favorite dream alive
Keeping us alive
Keeping Him Alive.
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
Texas My Texas
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
If y'all were to go to Heaven
Y'all would be sent down to The South
In a little town called Texas
Where the tea is sweeter
Where chivalry still exists
Where we all drive muddy pickups
And dance in the rain in our cowboy boots
Where we all say howdy
And say ain't like it's not meant for over yonder
There isn't a single stranger in Texas
We all know each other
We are a tight knit town always waiting to give a lending hand
If we were to secede
The other states would miss us
There would be a big gaping hole on the map
The heart and the fist of The United States of America
We are Texans
You mess with one
You get the whole can of whoopass
We could be your worst nightmare
Or your best dream
Just don't talk smack from where I'm from
We will get on you with our whips and shotguns
We are Texans
We don't settle
And we don't keep calm
We are God- Fearin', Constituional- lovin', Gun- Bearin' Republicans.
Jun 2015 · 375
As I Sat Next To Him
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I found the courage
To come and sit next to him next to the plug
I used the excuse of needing to charge my phone
Even though it was on 80%
I just wanted to feel his heat
He still doesn't know
I write yet another poem about him
Then a beautiful girl came along
And took his attention for a few minutes
Even though he was too tired to talk
She walked away
But she's still a threat to me even though she doesn't know it
I sat next to him
On the last week of school.
Jun 2015 · 245
The Boy Whose Eye I Caught
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
But you sit right affront of me
Not knowing that this poem is about you
I catch you staring at me
I stare back
But you bow your head down
I think I have a crush on your smile
On your boyish grin.
Jun 2015 · 367
Forever Engraved
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I saddle up my horse and imagine you doing the same
I go out to the creek where our names are forever carved into that oak tree
This is the spot where you said you've fallen in love with me
What has happened to that?
Should we have engraved our names a little more gravely?
I put my horse up in the stable
I climb into my Chevy and drive to our part of town
It is past midnight
My heart won't let you go
My body won't forget you
My soul will be forever engraved
With memories of you.
Jun 2015 · 327
My Heart Is Like...
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
People like to treat my heart like sugar
No more than a grain that they throw away
Something that they can't get enough of
Some are in love
Some hate it
My heart is like a big ice cube
It once started whole
But with each play
My heart started to melt and disappear
My heart is like a glass vase
I am filled with roses
You break me and get cut by one of my thorns
You break me and you smell the sweet scent that was once me
My heart is like a bomb
You mess with me and I will go off
If you never touch me I will do you no harm
My heart is a hornet's nest
Poke me with a stick and I will sting you with no end
My heart is a honey suckle
Taste me and I will fill you with sweetness.
Jun 2015 · 364
I Am That Type Of Girl
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I am that type of girl
That will stay up late talking on the phone
Holding you until your body stops trembling
If you were to punch me I'd grab you and ask if you were okay
If I were starving and you said you just wanted my food
I'd give it to you and watch you chew it up happily
I would imagine it going through your system
And making your tummy smile
I'd listen to you ramble about your unhappy life
While flashes of my parent's fighting ran through my head
The curse words like penetrating echoes in my mind
I Am That Type Of Girl
That will smile while I dodge the murderous bullets
And watch you cry on your own parade
I have a heavy burden
But I've learned how to carry it
I just don't think about it
It's like an illusion
You can't feel what you don't see
But you like to feel what you don't see
That is why you are always complaining and under the bus
I Am That Type Of Girl
That likes to laugh without a reason
I will sit on the floor with you and hold you while you scream
Like an upchuck from the deep bowels within
I'll tell you everything is alright
When I blame myself for my parent's fighting
I tell you to not bear the cross
I'll bear it for you ontop of the world that I already bear
You don't believe in an afterlife
You can't see anything beyond dirt
I believe in Heaven
I see Angels dancing to the rainbow
You go around the world with your head bowed down
I keep my head held high
You settle for what comes your way
I make my own way
I Am That Type Of Girl
That will smile through anything
That will love your everything
I love with a passion
And hate in vain
Yes, I Am That Type Of Girl.
Jun 2015 · 375
The War
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
There are so many things that can never be resolved
Where you can never be the same person
Where once hell seemed to be down below
But now you are in the front lines
The devil doesnt wear a turban
The devil isn't American
The devil isn't Muslim
The devil isn't an Atheist
The devil isn't Christian
The devil is war
No one is for the war
But the war is the only way for our freedom
I will not live to see the day
When 'Ole Glory stops flying
This is treason
This is the war
The war is ugly
The war is murderous
The war is hell
The war is haunting
The war is deadly
But freedom is beautiful
We have the strongest weapon; Jesus
The ones that die, live to see his face
The ones that live, die to see his face
The war is many things
It is frightening
It is hell raised
It is hell bound
One does not fight because he loves the war
But because she loves her freedom
Because they both love their country
Without the war
We wouldn't be free
Without the war
We wouldn't be dead
The war will change a man
Into an abusive alcoholic
The war will change a man
Into a peace loving Christian
The war is ugly
The war is deadly
The war is adventurous
The war is loving
The war is the war
Support our troops.
God bless our troops.
Jun 2015 · 6.2k
Curly Haired Boy
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
His hair is curled at the back of his ball cap
Though he tries to hide his eyes
I can still see the smile contained within them
His eyes are a piercing green
That see right through me
His eyelashes are long and thick
Though I can still see those beautifully pained eyes
He is a walking, aching dream
Just a hand away
Oh, curly haired boy
When will you be mine?
I just want to get my hands tangled up in that hair
To feel the little escaping curls
Trying to come out from under his ball cap
I want to lose myself in those emerald eyes
Worth more than diamonds to me
I want to know every secret that lies behind his heart
I want to know his future
And maybe if I am lucky to be a part of it
Oh, curly haired boy
You will only ever exist in a poem
But in every single poem you are mine
You are just a kiss away
An arm away
A curl away
Oh, curly haired boy.
Jun 2015 · 171
I Don't Care
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
They tell me I should love myself more
They tell me to be nicer
They tell me to be careful with the heart  
They tell me I should smile more
They complain that I am too loud
They tell me to quit talking
They tell me to quit writing poems
But writing poems is all I'm good at
I have no other way to express what I feel.
Jun 2015 · 1.6k
If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
If only God wouldn't of called you home
We'd hear your truck from a mile away
Red Bulls in hand
Ready for a cookout
But we haven't seen you in 3 years
No more coming to the ranch
No more ******
But it's okay we left all the memories there
Along with my dead Grandpa
Who I never knew anything about until after he was 6 feet underground
Mom talks about you a lot but I never knew you
Did you drink to bury all the memories of Vietnam?
Did you smoke to bury the ones that have died?
I will no longer see my uncle
But it's okay
I don't drink Red Bull anymore
Momma and I sat on that couch
Looking out that window
Knowing your tires wouldn't make their mark anymore
I think about you all the time
You were like a father to me
But it's too late for that now
The last memory of us was simple for the little girl that was me
We walked into Walmart
Hand in Hand
I felt like the luckiest niece alive
You bought me a toy robot
And I loved it because it came from you
It may not mean much to others, but they didn't know you
You were the sweetest man I knew
You weren't even a father yet
But I could tell you, you would've been a **** good one
Bye grandpa I will never know
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
I'd like to get to know you
Rather than the pieces I have pieced of you
Told from many people that knew you
Bye uncle I loved
If Only Heaven Wasn't So Far Away
Then I could stop missing you.
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