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as i walk towards you
i see my reflection.
it's you, moving away from me
as i move closer.
we mirrored each other
and just like a mirror you shadowed me in the opposite direction.
we were like a marble
made of glass.
so complete, so beautiful.
marbles have to be handled with care, i said.
but you let go,
dropping the marble off the edge.
you were always a little clumsy,
i remember.
the hurt felt a lot like glass
when it pierces you unknowingly.
was this how it was supposed to feel?
was this how it was supposed to be?
you held me as though I was a piece of glass,
so fragile, yet so strong.
and ever so instantly, you broke that glass
to test its strength,
shattering all hopes of it being one again.
breaking of glass is good luck, you said.
and so you kept breaking me over and over again
until I couldn't be bonded anymore.
but, you forgot, cracked glass only becomes sharper.
you forgot that cracked glass only hurts more.
and that is what i became.
cracked glass.
incapable of fixing myself ever again.
a poem that showcases the vulnerability of love by using glass as a metaphor
Karijinbba Jun 24
No matter how
past hurts molding us
our twinsouls remain like
precious children bonds
staying lifetimes linked
sometimes as a blessing
unexpectedly
arriving
we can't get either one
of them from our heart
Perhaps its only human
to remain ever linked
in the arena of
attachments
to heavenly or hellish
bonds unconsciously
wooven in us
like me
simply missing my mark
failing to seize my moments
mine for the taking
eternal bliss
forever missed
"to deny love is an eternal loss
it has no reparation
neither in time nor in eternity."
DEJA-VU
please take all masks off.
~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
revised 6/30/19
must be careful how we think
and why we walk away
from loved ones lost and found
instead of working problems
out regreting it later
perhaps walking away
from someone precious
is not possible
if linked in the spirit soul
Darryl M May 8
What speaks more of a mother’s love than your kind of love?
What they say about our triple threat family matters not.
We are like a triangle, our bonds are stronger.

Call me a mama’s boy,
but a mother raised me well.
Whatsoever the world might like from me is because of you.
You never made a wrong investment in raising me up.

I’m grateful for your love.
I’m grateful for your care.
I’m grateful for the good looks you shared.
I’m grateful for the great clothing style you taught.

I don’t like birthdays.
But yours is special.
Coz yours lasts till the ends of time.
In my eyes, you’re always precious.
Not just for today.

No other lady compares.
You’re the one I’ll always look after.
You’re the one I’ll always care for the most.
But there might be one I like the most.
I say this with a smile on my face
as I aim for one on yours too.

I don’t want to do this on anybody’s death bed.
In case we don’t show it enough.
We love you.

From your dearest sons.
Happy Birthday Mom.
Completed: 29th December 2017 [02:12 AM]
You know you are a parasite
But I will let you feed off of me
Sometimes I desire the poison
And a little dose is healthy now and then
Because what I have is also yours
And I live for you, I eat for you, I survive for you
Your primary host
They say you will destroy me from the inside out
But I lured you in, I consciously made you part of me
You did not come uninvited, and that is the point
You came willingly
So I feed myself you as you nourish yourself through me
A symbiotic relationship
For I do not go where I am not wanted
Through good and bad times we (d)evolve together
A true matrimony
Now forever covalently bonded
Hartaz Kaur Apr 13
There are many of us
Yet few like us
Different tho we might be
Least we know our difference together

I felt alone
And you extended your solace
A comforting refuge
In fight and in counsel

Now my days fall silent
And I seek your voice
Have you indulging my quirks
Or chiding my folly

Try as I might
To fill this void
Words are spoken
Yet silence persists

Wherever you are
I miss you my friend
Wherever you are
You are but far
Some friendships will always remain dear
Ameed Apr 3
Let me go
Set me free
I lost myself
Whilst trying to find you
I lost myself
Whilst trying to find love
But, now I know
That I've been diving in a salty sea
A sea that throws me back to the surface
Every time I go deeper
...
And floating for me is as worthless
as walking is for a bird
...
© Ameed
I catch a glimpse of myself
in everything
a miniscule glimmer
a tinkling whisper that floats into
my consciousness
I see it in wild beasts
who flash a feral grin
I see it in the wind
as it tears across the trees
It is even in the sun
when it folds into the horizon
"Like calls to like"
Some say
and believe it to be true
Clenched fists
choked laughs
trembling lips
A ravaged piece of me contracts
at the aching heart I know
is within that beautiful exterior
Perhaps, deep down, our soul is sewn
of the same material
Perhaps there is a single stitch
that binds us together
And all it takes is a single
snip
to cleave it in two.

-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
What brings us together?
What tears us apart?
mrc Feb 5
it's kind of crazy, the way people come into your life and change you.
when i met her i didn't think right off the bat,
"this girl is gonna be my best friend."
but time wore like it does and, like humans do, we grew closer.
a bond formed by a shared distaste for egg rolls, rap, and similar schedule.
so tonight when she called me, crying and breaking, something i could see and sense without her saying a word, i knew that
if this girl can trust me
then i can trust her.
for better or for worse.
SGrewal Jan 15
Everytime we bond
it is so seamless.
Feels as if we are
   walking on water
   laying on clouds
   gliding over reality
   defying laws of gravity
carving out our dreams
for all of the nights
that we fall dreamless.

- S.Grewal
Danial John Jan 2
New year, new problems
Same old ways to solve them

New year, new love
Same crippling thing that it does

New year, new life
Same thing, new ways to sacrifice

New year, new day
Same feelings when I see your face
When the new feels old maybe the old could still feel new?
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