Broken puzzle pieces: Favorites

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

maybella snow

i want to see all your scars
only because
it will show me
that you're stronger
than what you hurt yourself with
you're stronger than any blade
fire, rope
and you'll be okay
when we cant talk
because
you're strong
and your scars show it

i want to see your scars
*please

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

i don't care about you

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

maybella snow

i don't care about you

people don't understand
                   when i say
                                 "i don't care about you"
i mean
             you mean nothing to me
   i have enough issues
              i have enough people who care
                    about me, and i for them

so understand
            when i say
                                " i don't care about you"
i don't
                    but you exist
          and you have people who do care about you
so don't be offended when i say that

                  but to be honest
i don't care about you

                                             back off
                                             go away
                                             leave me alone

             because i don't care about you
and i don't want you to care about me
        because i wont return the feeling

*" i don't care about you"

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

first times

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

Redshift

first times

for two years
i have counted firsts.

first
time i
got hurt
drew blood
on accident
i
took a picture
and it was so innocent
but looking at the scars
on my arms
now
i cannot look at any cut
the same way

the first time i
cried
washed the dishes
put on a new shirt
slept
laughed
smiled
after mom left
i remember every one

i remember
sitting in the yellow room
of my sister's house
with the few things
i managed to grab
when mom kicked us out
listening
to the foreign sounds
of this new house
breathing
and making
a pretty little
asterisk
of red welts
on my forearm
with a
knife
for the
first time

tonight
was the first time
i played
ghost in the graveyard
since leaving
the first time
i ate a sugared
tomato
and i still remember
the first time
i learned
to not think
about
anything
that hurt
and now i wish
i could learn
again

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

stopping my heart from bleeding

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

maybella snow

stopping my heart from bleeding

an ache
located where my
left ribcage holds a
bleeding heart
under the sturdy bones
beneath muscle and veins

my heart bleeds

i thought the other day
this bleeding has to stop
internal organs shouldn't hurt like this

maybe if i cut off the blood supply to it
there would be no blood for
my heart to bleed

finding veins in my wrist
blade sharp
heart bleeding

swapping internal pain
for external pain

can't hurt too much
not compared to the ache
the never ending bleeding
of my helpless heart

i'm stopping pain...
not causing it...
i thought that at the time

~/\/\/\/\/\/~

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

I Had Been So Excited

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

AJ

I Had Been So Excited

I miss you.
You were the only perfect thing I ever made.
I had been so excited.
You were ours.
You were mine.
I have never felt closer.
I had been so excited.
You had erased my fears.
Nothing matter but you.
I had been so excited.
I went through so much so I could have you,
And keep you safe.
I wanted to hold you.
I wanted to coddle you.
Even hearing you cry would've been better than this.
That's all I wanted.

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

message

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

hello

message

read me like your favorite book
wander me like i'm your favorite place
let me know that i captivate you
and that you don't want to blink
because you might miss something

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

Something Better off not Remembered

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

Tom Orr

Something Better off not Remembered

Through this song I am
where my mind was in a panic,
my heart was in a knot,
its drum long gone.
Fateful delirium
like unearthing a grave,
one covered with purposeful seal,
now bonded to chaos.
These pangs are the wind
of a flute, poisoning the lungs.
Heartless pandemonium,
back you go
under lock and key.

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

Fame

Jun 2013 Broken puzzle pieces

Tom Orr

Fame

Bitter cacophony, a swarm of raucous screeches
scratching against the infinite sides
of the sleeping labyrinth
desperate to be heard, to be known.
Climbing upon one another
using ladders made of lies.
Locust-like in movement
unite and disperse in detestable symphony
lazy and hollow
harrowing torment.
Shut away in a little box
and scattered amongst the open
universe of the ethereal untouched.
Never to be noticed.