Sep 2014
written June 25, 2013
"The Helpless
She is a broken vase that was knocked over and dusted aside for no one to see
Pieces shattered and left to slowly gather dust year after year
She is the piece of glass that he would step on occasionally, a reminder of his mistakes and how he just brushed her aside like it didnt happen
And that pain he felt in his foot he also feel deep in his heart as he reminisces that feeling of love he once felt
He used to hold that vase so dearly, and delicately never wanting to let it break
But - it did
And as soon as it broke he made her believe like she was worthless
That truth emerged when months later she was replaced by a mug much more antique which lasted about a year
And the day finally came when she was thrown away
And the vase was happy once again
Until...
She is a brand new wine glass,
Beautiful and young
In bewilderment on how this all came to be
The broken watches daily, as he loves this glass just the way he used to love her
And she sits there, helpless for there's nothing she's can do about it
She's just an old forgotten broken vase
Dusted aside to make room for something better
The Powerful
She was a great and beautiful vase
That held the flowers I meant to give to her
But we couldn't be together, and that tore me apart
As the flowers withered, my love only grew stronger
Upset, I threw the vase on the floor
And cried as I brushed away the evidence
A few months later, school was starting up and it was time to move on with my life
I still think about her time to time, as I step on that broken glass piece that I must have missed..it really reminds me of how much I loved her
Now addicted to caffeine, I bought a cheap antique mug
It's beautiful and presses so gently to my lips every morning and night
It's been a year, and the mug didn't seem to capture my attention the way it used to so I threw it away
I will miss it, but I'm not much for coffee after all
Today I brought home a brand new wine glass
It's tall and beautiful and is anything an alcoholic could ever ask for
It feels right in my hand and helps so dearly with the lonely nights
When I am thinking of the past
And glance over at the broken glass
From the vase I once loved
That is now dusted aside for no one to see"
"The Helpless
She is a broken vase that was knocked over and dusted aside for no one to see
Pieces shattered and left to slowly gather dust year after year
She is the piece of glass that he would step on occasionally, a reminder of his mistakes and how he just brushed her aside like it didnt happen
And that pain he felt in his foot he also feel deep in his heart as he reminisces that feeling of love he once felt
He used to hold that vase so dearly, and delicately never wanting to let it break
But - it did
And as soon as it broke he made her believe like she was worthless
That truth emerged when months later she was replaced by a mug much more antique which lasted about a year
And the day finally came when she was thrown away
And the vase was happy once again
Until...
She is a brand new wine glass,
Beautiful and young
In bewilderment on how this all came to be
The broken watches daily, as he loves this glass just the way he used to love her
And she sits there, helpless for there's nothing she's can do about it
She's just an old forgotten broken vase
Dusted aside to make room for something better
The Powerful
She was a great and beautiful vase
That held the flowers I meant to give to her
But we couldn't be together, and that tore me apart
As the flowers withered, my love only grew stronger
Upset, I threw the vase on the floor
And cried as I brushed away the evidence
A few months later, school was starting up and it was time to move on with my life
I still think about her time to time, as I step on that broken glass piece that I must have missed..it really reminds me of how much I loved her
Now addicted to caffeine, I bought a cheap antique mug
It's beautiful and presses so gently to my lips every morning and night
It's been a year, and the mug didn't seem to capture my attention the way it used to so I threw it away
I will miss it, but I'm not much for coffee after all
Today I brought home a brand new wine glass
It's tall and beautiful and is anything an alcoholic could ever ask for
It feels right in my hand and helps so dearly with the lonely nights
When I am thinking of the past
And glance over at the broken glass
From the vase I once loved
That is now dusted aside for no one to see"
OK this one has a huge back story. So I dated a guy a long time ago who I didn't get over for like 3 years so a lot of my older poems are probably about him. In this poem, The Helpless is supposed to be from my point of view, and The Powerful is from his point of view. I tend to make scenarios in my head to help cheer myself up so I made up a point of view for him in the sense that he was missing the "Vase" (me). The coffee mug was his next girlfriend who he dated right after me and the wine glass is the girl following that.
