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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.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
She walks in the hallways nothing but couples holding hands and proclaiming their love to one another. She stares at awe, wishing for one day to be married and to never divorce, but the timing is just not right for her. She's a sucker for romance novels, she's loves getting lost in their magic. All her friends are dating now, but she is not ready for commitment. She is not ready for the heartache, or the pain of getting hurt. She pushes everybody away once they start to develop feelings for her. She's afraid of getting hurt, so she must hurt them before they can hurt her. She slowly pushes them away and she slowly creeps into the shadows afraid of being seen by the boys. Oh! But by midnight, she'll be up all night reading some romance novel, but she is not ready and she is content with not being ready. Relationships are normal, they say, relationships are natural, the say, but they will never look within her heart for she will never give herself up like that. She is afraid of men. She is afraid of boys. She is afraid of confiding her love in someone that can leave right before her very eyes. She is not ready for her romance novels to be fake, she still lives in her dreams and in her dreams, no one gets hurt, but this is the real world and she is bound to get hurt. She locks up her heart, only willing to give it to the man who stays to find the key gravely contained within Her soul, way beyond a human's ability. She does not want her imagination on love to be fake. She does not and will not let a boy ruin her expectations on love. She is too young for that. After High School, you'll forget me and I'll forget you. Nothing will work, everything is only temporary. She is not ready for commitment. We are too young to commit ourselves way beyond the next minute. I am not ready. I am afraid of boys. I am afraid of men. I am afraid of getting hurt. I am afraid of commitment. I am afraid of never being loved. I am afraid of being loved. They just don't get it! Men are stronger and more aggressive and just like that, they can make way with you. I am not ready for that. I am not ready for love. I am afraid of being loved. I am simply afraid.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I grew up my whole life never knowing what true love was
Until I experienced it myself
I said I hated him before he was born
More responsibility for me
My grades dipped
But with every feeding
He would stare at me
As if I were the most beautiful girl ever
He would laugh and smile
I slowly started to fall in love with him
This is not like every other love story
He has peed on me many times
I've had to clean up his throw up
Nobody said this was going to be sweet
He blows all his boogers on my t-shirt
He burps in my face
But when I hold him
I like to put my hand on his heart
And feel every beat
I like to trace the contours on his face
I like to feel his body heat late at night when I can't sleep
He takes up most of the bed
But he'll wake up at midnight
I take him to ***
I crawl back into my bed
I fall asleep with an angel
I have developed a relationship with my baby brother
He calls me **** nugget
Thought I feel like his proud mommy
He runs to me when I come home
I try and hug him tightly
I want to be able to remember his boyish scent of dirt and salt
Of all people, I couldn't live without him
I now know what love is
Now I pray to God
For my safe return
That my baby brother will grow up free and happy.
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.
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is a monster settling deep within me
A bottomless pit it has formed
I struggle from day to day
My body always freezing and locking
I wish I were like the wings of birds
Instead I am the shackles that weighs my own self down
I hate when people stare at me
They're all critiques
They are silently judging me for the very breath I take
I hate being put under the spotlight
Like a grain under a microscope
Or an ant under a magnifying glass
I like to be alone
The anxiety disappears when I am alone
Please help me get rid of this anxiety
It is eating me alive from the inside out.
The Broken Poet Aug 2015
"But you must be happy to cry and cry to be happy."
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
There is a constant string of words
Just waiting to get pieced together
Even as I write
My hand cannot keep up
With my poetic heart
Everything I see has meaning
Everything to me is
A poem just waiting to happen.
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 ******?
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
They say everything good happens under the stars
Yet there is room for one more on the bed of my Chevy
I packed a picnic for us and brought an extra pillow
Even though I would usually use you chest
The brim of your cup bares no lip marks
The inside of my truck bares all the memories of us
It is a warm night and I am shivering
Where have you gone?
You have parted like the wind
And erased me from your memory
I close my eyes and whisper your name into the dark
A bottle of Whiskey in hand
All the memories are drowning me
I gasp and breathe for air
I guess forever was just a lie and our love wasn't as strong as I thought
I open my eyes and see you here
I take your hand and dance off to the moonlight
Who would've known I was dancing with an angel?
You pull me in for a kiss
And whisper, "I love you," against my lips
You pull my hair, I tug your shirt
We went skinny dipping in the lake
Then, I open my eyes
And realize it was just another dream transformed and written as a poem
Where have you gone?
You should be here with me
I dream you up next to me
Wrapped in your right embrace
Kissing me from head to toe promising the future
I loved you and you loved me
Wasn't that enough?
I lie under the stars
Dreaming of us being in love and having a future
Where everyday is a dance
My alarm goes off and my eyes flutter up
My heart is racing
My bed is drenched in tears
It was just another dream of us
In a life that will never happen
Why couldn't live just be like books?
Why can't you just notice me?
I hit snooze on my alarm and just close my eyes for a few seconds
I let the dreams envelop me
If only dreams could come true
But until then
This is the only form of us that I know
This is the only way I can keep us alive
If only, I could dream forever
If only, I was enchanted
I smile as the dreams come rushing in
My eyes fluttering
My heart racing
Why must I wake?
Why must the sun rise so soon?
My heart is not ready yet
It wants a few more minutes with you
We are in a meadow
A waterfall near us
We are surrounded by an assortment of beautiful flowers
Nature enveloping us
Is this how Adam and Eve felt?
3, 2, 1, SPLASH!
We jump into the water but you disappeared
I feel someone tickle my foot
I look underwater and smile
You grab me by the waist
I wrap my legs around you while my hands get lost in your hair
You start tracing little circles into the small of my back
You pull me in closer and kiss me with hunger
As the river flows, our love gets deeper
We come up for air
Whether it was from being underwater so long or you mouth against me
Who could truly know?
Everything is just so perfect
You are mine and I am yours
If only, I could dream upon a star
Then I could open my eyes and see you here
Rather than dream with my eyes closed wishing you were here
My pillow knows your name
The dark knows your face
My dreams, know your heart of gold
I should really get up now
I should really climb into my Chevy
There ain't no moonlight dancing here or butterfly kisses
But I know that when I see you at school
I can only imagine what your lips would taste like.
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.
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
If I were to see a shooting star
I would immediately close my eyes
And yearn for his touch
I just want him in the most innocent of ways
To just be able to lie in bed with him
To feel those arms wrapped around me
To feel his heart beat move against mine
To kiss the warmthness that is his neck
To get my hands all lost in his hair
To kiss his plum lips
To get tangled up in the bedsheets as we talk about our dreams
I just want to feel his skin against mine
I want to take in his boyish scent
I want to be able to get lost within his eyes
And finally touch those dimples
I just want him and since there is no shooting star
I am keeping him alive the only way I know
I am keeping us alive through poems
Poems that he will never see
Filled with feelings that will never be voiced.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Oh you silly boy
You tried to give me that bad boy crap
But I saw through your games
You may be riding tough
But your love is gentle
I reached for those loose curly wisps
My hands gotten lost in them
Oh you silly boy
You try and shield your eyes
But I know since you were a young boy you 've had to protect momma
But you were far too young for those older men
I see right through your act
I'm gonna knock your walls down and watch them crumble
I am yours and you are mine
No battles are fought alone
That 'ole worn out ball cap ain't fooling me, cowboy.
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.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
There is beauty everywhere I go
Waiting to be brought to the spotlight
These simple grains of dirt falling from my hand
The crunching of leaves in the fall
The blooming of flowers in the spring
The beautiful white snow covering the ground in purity
The loving rain coming in drops kissing the ground
The simple strokes of an artist's paint brush
The string of words from the poet's heart flowing like the wind
The crashing of the sea against the rocks
The descent of the sun saying farewell
The ascent of the moon lighting up the dark night
The twinkling stars brightening the lonely black canvas
The holes carved into a person's cheeks when they smile
The little wrinkles that forms around a stranger's eyes
As they throw their head back hysterically
There is beauty in everything and everyone
You just got to shine some light on it
Including you, my darling.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
The day my daddy died a new lover took his memory
Mommy kept inviting strange men in the house
They filled my lungs with poison
They marked my body with bruises
They cursed my very foundation
They came in and out
Changing the colors of Mommy's skin
Taking her in shackles into the bedroom
She hollered till her throat went dry
She kicked till her legs went numb
There was nothing she could do
Until one day
I walked into mommy's room
She was hanging from a rope
Glass bottles shattered on the ground
I left and took what was left of her
I am at her tombstone
Barely able to stand upright
I fall to the ground on my begging knees
Cursing my mom for leaving me
I stumble away
My vision all blurry
My words all slurry
I am now long gone
My new lover took my life
Beer.
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.
Boy
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Boy
There's something about this boy
He makes my heart gallop
My breath jagged
My skin flush
I stare at him with heart shaped eyes
All I see is an aching, walking dream
He has waltzed away with my heart
It is dark now and the stars are out
He is lying next to me
I am writing with my eyes closed
I smell the dirt and sweat on him
He stares into my eyes intently
I bite my lip and twitch as his gaze
He kisses me the way every girl dreams
I grab him by the nape of his neck
And pull him in closer
His body heat making me glow
The moon blushing at our very shadows
He whispers about Love and Always
I feel someone nudging my shoulder
I jolt awake and realize it was another dream
He's not mine
His lips never came crashing down on me
He never looked well within my soul
But I must dream of us in a world of words.
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.
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I close my eyes to slumber
His name drifting off with the wind
I feel him here next to me
His arms wrapped around me
Our body warmth igniting
His skin electrifying
His lips burning
His heart glowing
His eyes sparkling
Just Kiss Me You Fool, I say
Our lips touch
Our bodies crash
My hands reaching for the buttons of your shirt
Your lips grazing my body
Nothing has ever felt so just
You whisper "I Love You" against my neck
Your touch lingering
I say it back and pull you on top of me
The sun shines forth through my windows
Waking me from a beautiful dream of us
Until the next time I close my eyes
Will I see your face and feel your body
Curse the sun
For separating us.
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'.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I just want you to be happy.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Stop thinking of him.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
You have always been the boy
I have always been infatuated by you
I don't know what it is
But there's something about you
Something that won't let me stop writing
Something that keeps me up late at night
I imagine you lying next to me
Your hot breath warming my neck
Oh John, how I wish I could just tell you
Maybe you'll feel the same way
Maybe I can finally let go
Dear John,
You are the very dream I ache.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I have never fallen so deeply in love with a little girl
She was an angel put in my path by God's grace
I latched on to her while she clung to me
I stared into her beautiful baby blues
I held her cute little face in my hands
I wanted more than anything to kiss her on her forehead
I wanted nothing more than to never leave her side
I wanted to freeze time and see her smile light up the whole night sky
She told me she would miss me the moment I walked out the door
She held out her arms as wide as they would go and told me that's how much she would miss me she told me she would miss me from the earth to the moon to every star and to every planet, twice
As I walked out of the building I quickly turned around and caught her eye for the last time
I immediately broke down and started to feel a hurricane form deep within my soul
This little girl has touched my heart in ways that nobody has
Once the tears flowed free it was like a dam that just started to burst
There was no way to control the tears or the violently trembling hurricane that was my body
Nobody could calm the storm contained within me except her
But she's long gone until our paths cross again
God has a funny way of filling your heart with love than leaving it with a longing
But filling it with gratitude for being face to face with an angel
You have such a beautiful little voice, my darlin'
I hope you never forget me the way I haven't forgotten you
You will forever and always be in my thoughts and prayers
There will always be a longing contained within my heart waiting to see you again
Until our paths cross once again
There will forever be an image of you carved into the back of my heart
Until I can take your hand in Heaven and spend my days dancing with you.
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.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
The most lightest graze
Can ignite a fire up and down my soul
The most tender graze
Can make me feel dazed
I crave the love
Not the touch
Some days all I want is hugs
Other days I just want to be left alone
I love the sensation of the touch
When it's out of love and affection
I hate the touch when it hurts
And leaves a mark
Love isn't suppose to hurt
Don't touch me out of anger
Don't take advantage
You tell me you do it because you love me
But you are the reason why I'm afraid
I'm afraid to let people in
I'm afraid to trust people
I'm afraid to love people
I'm afraid of being afraid
Just don't touch me.
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.
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
Do you ever feel
Like a cigarette ****
Left on the ground
Already used and forgotten?
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.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I think of you...
In his arms
What happened to our heart carved into that oak tree?
You were my first in that dark candlelit room
Our shadows against the wall
Our naked souls colliding
You were my everything
But now you are in the bed of another man
Getting tangled up in his sheets
I hope he treats you like a princess
All these memories flooding in
I pop open another Bud Light
Trying to drown out our loving memories
But they are burned into the back of my heart
I lie on my bed
Staring at the celing
Whispering your name into the comforting dark
I imagine you next to me
And all hell is loose
I go down to the cellar
I grab a bottle of Jack
Your laugh and radiating smile putting me to sleep in sorrow
Another drunken night thinking of us.
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.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
Why is it that we tell girls to hide their bodies
While the boy's harmones rage free?
Why is it taught to not get *****
Rather than don't ****?
Why do we have to open doors for the ladies
When the man's hands are full?
Just open doors for everyone
Why is a girl seen as a possession
Rather than a human being?
Why must a girl's face be covered?
Because some stupid society said so?
This world is *******.
Let me tell you a little something...
Everyone bleeds red
Everyone breathes oxygen
Everyone is a child of God
Everyone has a heart
Why must we be so sexist?
Feminism is the radical notion that women are people too.
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.
The Broken Poet Apr 2016
My whole life has been
Me taking care of someone else
For once,
I just want someone to care.
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