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Moon glow above my house
      Walking from my car
                  Floating
I miss the way,
She used to hold me,
When we were us,
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The confines of my flesh erode my soul
My ribcage wages war on my heart
I wish to tear myself apart from this prison of rotting bones
As only then should I taste this decaying world's sweetness

I long for the life of the oceans
All-seeing, all-consuming forces of nature
Whose fury submerges cities in its ferocity
Their smooth bodies undestroyable, divine to our wretched forms

The fury in my body was molded for a divine force
My sorrows made only for the inanimate to bear
Loose waves that belong to the oceans
Apathy of the waters is for I took their care
The heart
Is not an *****
As many think

The heart is a muscle

Does the fact that mine was crushed far too often
Make it weak
Or make it strong?
I like to think that my dad will finally change for good, but he never does. What he does always manage to do though, is crush my heart. I don't know if that strengthened it or made it weaker, that's what this poem is originally based off of, but as always please interpret to who/what you please. :)

(This note was written by a scuba diving avocado named Zamio that was an expert swimmer)
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