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certifiednutcase Dec 2014
Fragmented unique cracks
Stripes and miniature holes
Holding it whole.

Slight Prevention against impact
Susceptible to water
Dust filled
It never lasts.

Thorns inserted,
Pieces fall apart.
What's left of my heart now?
Snowflake Dec 2014
A smile on this face, but beyond this mask is nothing fake,
a frown with tears flowing down,
a heart break here and there, patches and bandages everywhere
but little do you know everyone has this
a mask of social lies, and a lot of cries
so next time in the mirror
you shouldn't try with no one near
take this off and let yourself go
from the prisons of deep chambers
in the darkest times of all
stuck in a moment in the past, all pieces go together
to form your true cracks
put them together and discover yourself
make this grow and grow and slowly heal your self below
I'm not that good at poetry but I decided to just try x3
Poetic T Nov 2014
I'm running on the playground of life,
There are so many ways
This can go, to what end,
People hop scotching
Numbers
Squares
In-between,
The lines never told you that the squares
Are fate never moving off one
Or landing on Ten, its a game of
Chance, will you jump
Or stay safely on the footing
The square your on now,
Then there they are those
You know you see them playing
With the rope, around it goes
Skip,
Jump,
Fall,
Jumping over life's troubles,
The more you jump the
Faster
It
Goes
You get caught in the troubles,
"Life isn't now skipping along"
It takes your feet from underneath
Now your just hanging
Feet off the ground
Life,
Death,
Regret,
The rope ends the troubles
The noose tightened
And the troubles
Were last moments
Now you are still,
We will play many games
"Running On The Playground Of Life"
Just don't fall, don't get out of your depth,
Life is for living some games are **better left.
Some games in life aren't meant to be played, life is luck don't test it as it never lasts
Anneke Nov 2014
I looked like I would pounce
Over the sidewalks I bounce

Making sure to avoid the cracks
Like they were sticky, hot wax

Or a never ending gaping hole
that would eat my soul

Or, like the rhyme says,
Break my mother's back in a ways

I would come so close
but I froze

I kept jumping
and never touching

Why did I never hit the crack
if I knew it would never attack

Why do I still never touch the crack
Why do I always keep myself back

From just walking without fear
When I can just be clear?
skyblueandblack Nov 2014
the love
is leaking out
thru the cracks
of a heart
broken once
too many times
...
http://skyblueandblack.com/2014/11/05/cracks/
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
I'm
                                             sorry for
                                       when I respond
                                            too quickly
                                              when I
                                               forget
                                                   to
                                                play
                                              it cool
                                         and not act
                                       too over eager
                                        because I get
                                         caught up
                                                in
                                             your
                                         perfection.
                                     Sorry for when
                               I take ages to answer
                            because I can't think of a
                              witty way to respond
                                 that I won't regret
                                      seconds after
                                           clicking
                                             send
                                                 to
                                             match
                                       every clever
                             phrase you type but it
                                seems I do anyway
                                    Sorry for being
                                      too forward
                                       sometimes
                                       I just really
                                         like you
                                          and I'm
                                           so sick
                                               of
                                            playing
                                       mind games                                                                
                              I don't know the rules
                           to so I'm just going to flirt
                            like there is no tomorrow.
                           Sorry for when I complain
                               too much and bag on
                                     myself, I've just
                                          run out of
                                            happy
                                        thoughts to
                                         share with
                                          you since
                                            you are
                                                my
                                              main
                                     sunny moment
                              in my day and I have
                           been too irreparably broken
                       so that the confidence I once had
                       can't make it back in ever again.
                          Sorry for when I keep secrets
                            from you it's just that some
                               crevices are too dark and
                                    deep to be explored.
                                          Some scars are
                                            carved in too
                                                hard to be
                                                  healed
         &nbs
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Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
I know your soul's corpse lives in lies and
when you're alone in a crowded room
The cracks turn to crevices
That morph into your tomb

I'd love to hear anyone's interpretation of my poem PLEASE comment!! :)
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Kacie Sep 2014
I was empty and you filled me, and I thought it was good like flowers growing in the cracks, but I was wrong; you were a tree that took root in the middle of my sidewalk and broke the cement apart and left me crumbling
Ruthie Aug 2014
Ive seen your bandaged soul.
Your past lovers didn't do a very good job.
I've seen your tired eyes.
There's always a new goodbye.
Darling I can try fix the cracks in your heart, in your soul.
I want to bring you back, where no lover was ever told.
How much of a bad job they did.
How many times they ******* up.
Cause babe,
I haven't seen everything.
And you've seen too much.
So let's just talk.
With our minds,
With our bodies,
With our hearts,
And with our souls.
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