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Estelline Feb 5
You talk with a tone of pride
Along with your head held high
But you closed the doors
And talked in disguise
When you judged me

I’ve tried my whole life
To live with you
And love you
With what little you gave
Thinking it was okay
Hey we’re just not the same
But after today
I find it hard to think of us that way

You really don’t know much about me
Nor take the time to learn
Before you judge and assume
Thinking you know everything

Now I’m just a bit more broken than before
Your words caused an earthquake in me
And forced the ground to crack beneath for miles
I was crying for awhile
Thinking again of the one thing
That could set me free
Yet imprison me…
Diksha Prashar Sep 2021
I don't know if you understand me
but I understand you
it's hard to open your heart
To cracked pieces.
You rearrange,
You change all the pieces
To make them fit.
Just like a crack in the mirror
those broken pieces still shine.
I didnt understand
Didnt know
I was broken
Because Ive never known
What it means to be whole
maybe never will...
Brewomble Oct 2020
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.

-Bre Womble
SA Szumloz May 2020
The cold steel of my gun
Reassures my broken mind
Empowering me, filling me up
With a darkness that's entwined
With a pain that burns like the sun

The quiet boy you've ignored
That only sought acceptance
Isn't me anymore
So, prepare for penance
Because death is at your door.

I am done being the pawn
In this cruel game of yours
I wish I was gone
But my soul soars
For this will be the dawn

When all this pain wrapped in a bow
Will simply... Explode!
Thoughts? This is probably the darkest poem I ever wrote.
Strung Apr 2020
I creak in this cold.
Calm, china-doll-like purple hands
Icy veins
Fingers Frozen
To my zipper,
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.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
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.
Poetic T Apr 2020
The mirror we thought was our reflection,
                           now cracked and distorted.

For were we really looking deep enough,
or were we just hoping that what we saw
                       was a true reflection of love.

Not a fun house mirror of regret.
                           Not showing the true extent
of what we saw.

But a reflection of what we wanted.

                          Truth is never that kind...
Kelsey McIntyre Apr 2020
For there are no words
That can describe you

You love so deep
And so pure

You make things so simple
Yet so beautifully complicated


Behind your shine  is a world full of dark

Long nights of you crying
Longing for a purpose

But, even though your broken
and cracked
The light still shines through the pain
From your beautiful soul
Sometimes the happiest and purest people are the most broken
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