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there are cracks
cracks in the most beautiful stone
the stones found in the ruins of hidden remains
remains of an indescribably beautiful city
a city that shone brighter than the brightest star
It glittered like pyrite
not like gold
the pyrite city may have given off an iridescent shine
but It was dark
darker than the deepest, raging saltwater waves
darker than the night sky without pestering clouds
darker than the thoughts of those who wore a porcelain face
and that gooey darkness was seeping through the cracks
of those beautiful stones
those fake stones, the ones that gave off that too-good-to-be-true shine
were cracking under the pressure
and letting the compression release
Amy Nov 2020
It stares back at me
A reflection I long thought of my own
Too blind to see
I cannot fix myself through you

You kept adding cracks
Refusing to care for yourself
Ignoring your duties
And pushing your problems on me

Like a plague
Your words sought my heart
I kept tried to smile
Believing you were too young
Too young to understand

Yet the voice inside
Kept telling me the truth
That it had to end
No matter how far it would go
Like everything in life

It was no use
It was no good

You had to leave
One way or another
I ignored my own cracks for too long

There is nothing I regret
But maybe the last days
I could have been free
Way earlier than this

The big stage wasnยดt meant for us
We both did mistakes in this play
But I wonยดt give up
Not yet at least
I still have enough breath
For another play

All on my own
Without your toxic thoughts
Without you adding cracks to me

A clear mirror
Old but fixed
Reflecting my movements
This life
Until another
Nikki Oct 2020
When people look at me
They donโ€™t see me
or how I struggled
or the cracks
I had to glue together

No one knows
that every little ripple
might break me
for good
Hoshi Sep 2020
The ache
The tearing in my stomach
The yearning for something that isn't food
Not food for thought
But something that fills me up
Thick raindrops that sink beneath your skin and into your bones
Being soaked all the way through into your heart
Feeling that electricity that nobody else can spark
The weight of water on your face
Pricking your eyes
and running its way down your hair
All of it
All that love and mystery and deepness
that's being in love with being alive

Sure the stars are pretty
But
Look
At
The
Night.
The deep blackness of the never-ending pit that is sky
The entirety of its beauty
You expect the night to frame the stars delicately
But if I were the night sky
I'd swallow them whole

Give me a love for living
And I shall make myself whole
There will be no more more broken pieces
Only chips
Only cracks
But that does not make me any less whole
For a window that is cracked is still a window
Poetic T Sep 2020
We are on a marble
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Of finite cracks.

Let us not be the ones,
ย ย ย ย  To shatter the purity

That holds the uniqueness
ย ย  Of every thing together.
Himaanshh Aug 2020
i
am
defined by
my flaws,

my imperfections.
If you were absolutely perfect, Would you even bother to even think of working on your flaws..filling the cracks...melding the pieces? What would that make you? Would you grow?
-elixir- Jul 2020
The porcelain shell of his,
Hid his vulnerabilities
As he went on to only find
Cracks that expose him
To the storms that
Rage over the cracks.
While the devil plays
His trill with glee.
He then realised the shell wasn't enough for his mind.
Jorge Jul 2020
These walls are breaking,
I can see the cracks.
It's going to fall,
That wall.

I've spent years building this wall,
Now, you come
To break it down?
No, not my wall!

I'm trying to glue,
But hue.
With eyes blurred,
I see nothing;
Not even bird.

These walls are paving in,
What now?
Just let it fall?
Or do I bow?
Definitely not bow!

Listen walls:
Just tear down.
I'm too grown,
I'm tired and I've tried.
I'm done!
Moments when you feel like all hope is lost is not such a good thing when you block out your Support System.
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