Bones-Let’s let them be dry and ****** As if that be the way they were found Let them crack and fracture and bruise, amongst the concrete ground Let them have their space to break and wither away- Let’s turn the other cheek-while behind us they quickly decay And then let’s use their fossils for fuel, weapons or laddels in every size As simply as to stir the ***, and smug at their great demise If not ashes to dust, then what'll be of our bones we fast to give away- Sewn better than not, twist an arm for play-
But simple pleasures wither too, bones we toddle but dare not fix Let them wonder how we toyed our hearts- like a feverish game of pick-up-sticks.
I creak in this cold. Calm, china-doll-like purple hands Icy veins Fingers Frozen To my zipper, Chatter Of my teeth reminding me Of my callow views My doll-like skew On everything. — if I broke, i'd shatter, And I could glue myself back together Full of cracks.
Her ebony hair fell down across shoulders like a thick storm curtain
Tied knots around fingers like drawstrings
And I have not ever seen such a beautiful display of heartache
In ebony locks a tragedy is written A paragraph in each strand
And in hands she cradles pieces of what is left of her intertwined emotions
Her ebony heart cracked open wide Toppled over Empty of love
About no one in real life just a moment of inspiration I had while randomly reading an article with the word ebony in it. It's a beautiful word. An especially beautiful word considering it is a synonym for black.
Cracked China cup At a chipped table Stained cloth dressing Do you still see Beautiful Tell me now As broken candles Burn On Down Broken things See broken things And cracks hide Truth I see you This crack’ed thing And I see you Beautiful Lovely you Cracked But not outdone They try to Break you Take you Because you’re the only One A cracked cup That runneth over But Can still hold your Own Oh precious How you’ve grown Setting a place that You deserve I pray that You are filled Cracks only Show When you can’t Hold
i am. like an old porcelain doll cracked. i don't want to be dropped I'll shatter, pieces all over the floor. on a shelf i sit next to others sitting pretty in dresses and makeup looking like people they aren't. i am quiet but honest because i need protecting. i know where i've been recently i've been covered in dust sitting alone in a room with no one to hold me. pushing myself off the shelf, allowing the cracks to move across my body.