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Falling Up Apr 13
Shards are scattered
The ticking hourglass has run out of sand
It was bound to happen
And this time there’s no turning the clock back again
The crack was eventually going to shatter the mirror
Leaving behind pieces
That make up something unclear
A broken reflection
Of what used to be so whole
Maybe it can be put back together
Maybe
But I just don’t know
To all those bonds that have broken
With her broken eyes staring back at me,
my heart whispered,
"She can fix Us."
A silent sound
Travels past the edge of the universe
And I’m here
Wondering where you are

I’ve look from left to right
And to right to left
Hoping for your presence to step in
And save me from my own mess

I act like a childish man
Wishing for the world to fix
My every flaw and defect

But the world doesn’t work that way
And the sooner I realize that
Then my task will be set

The progress I one day want to see
Will depend on the work I put in
J Dec 2020
my room, late at night when fear scratches the back of my skull the way my dog does to get in. he can't come in, he'll make me soft, and I can't be soft right now. flames ****** the walls, lapping up my arms and fingers, I feel nothing, and yet I'm overjoyed. See, burning love reaches further, so with this, I have to prove. I'll scar your name into unwanted flesh until I'm nothing but a sign portraying a name unable to properly be voiced in fear of crumbling. I cannot do this anymore, all of your apologies mean nothing to me, and yet I still love you. I swore I'd never be with someone like him again, and yet here I am crying in your jacket, which has somehow become a better consultant. I'm tired of not being good enough, and yet you tell me I am, then snap, and then apologize for it, you blame it all on others, you say you're sorry I deal with it- YOU DO NOTHING TO CHANGE IT. I want to tell you that I'm done, but I'm not and you know it. Even if I were to block you again, you could win me back easily. Why am I like this? why can't you love me? don't say that you do, God please say that you do, but we all know you don't. Why lie to me? to keep me here? it's working. but why? Why me? you couldn't have tortured anyone else? I love you so much, why did you listen to my pain and decide to do it all over again, please I am so tired of hurting, why won't you love me, what do I need to fix?
poisoned elixir Nov 2020
I AM SICK
OF LOSING POEMS
TO
502 BAD GATEWAY

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
can this bug please be fixed? every so often i go to publish a great poem and then half of it is lost because of this
Krizel Grace Oct 2020
I found you in your box,
Broken and cold
I tried to fix you
Did everything I could to help you,
But everything wasn't workingー
You just kept on cutting me until I bleed.

I know you didn't mean it
But your 'sorry' and' I love you' could not always serve as band-aids to cover my wounds.

I'm sorry I had to let you go,
But know that I genuinely loved you
I need to heal,
Before the wounds get deep
Because I don't want to remember you
As a scar I want to forget.

ーkg
'Shattered' series
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
What gives cops the right to do whatever they please?!?!
Forcefully vacating premises that on a whim they seize
Rendering multiple people homeless
Innocent or not
Not caring if the right perpetrator is caught
Deceiving to benefit their colleagues and careers
Law-abiding and criminals alike filled with fear
Padding pockets with taxpayers money
How come the majority can’t see something’s funny?
And if their comfy salaries are not enough
Slyly shake down any person they cuff
Too often dollars are unreported
Come up missing after everything is sorted
No justice for the public
Rich or poor
Those poverty-stricken get ****** much more
If you can afford bribes you at least have a shot
Even then
Not every pig can be bought
They wear badges so they face no consequences for sin
Abuse power again and again
And it’s obvious to anyone with eyes to see
Citizens powerless in the land of the free
If we rise and protest we’ll gain their attention
End up in jail if we even dare mention
The multitude of ways rights are violated
We stay silent while the system is hated
Because if you do catch police doing wrong
In court hear the same ******* song
They work together to keep us from what’s fair
Doesn’t matter where you go
Corruption is everywhere
So do not expect aid from the government or a judge
Like law enforcement
Their opinion won’t budge
Every option offered to help
Just another fallacy the media sells
They are all in cahoots
We’re ******* from the start
Look at statistics spread out on a chart
So do we rebel when the law’s not on our side?
Those sent to protect us only lied
My whole life been taught cops are not who to trust
Everyone around me is brainwashed they must
In vain I hope our country will change
Have no clue what it will take to rearrange
Til then go on hunkered down and scared
Praying by miracle my freedom will be spared
I know I am good deep in my soul
But know better people who end up on parole
For now ******* may have the upper hand
America
It’s time to finally take a stand
We are strong enough
To succeed if we unite
We can make a difference
Push for what’s right
No matter who you are
Black or white
Put our differences aside
Give our all and fight

Honestly we probably can’t fix this
But there’s a chance we might
I hate cops more and more every day. I have literally lost everything I own for a second time because of them. And I may not be 100 percent guilt free but I know my rights were definitely violated while this happened. *******...
PM Oct 2020
Am I too broken to fix
or too broken to be loved.
have I been broken for so long?
That I can no longer be fixed,
I need to know if it's true
for I can't take another second
not another moment of this unknown.
Not knowing if I will ever be fixed.
For I long to be fixed and loved,
loved like I was loved before.
But you have left me broken.
Unable to be fixed from the day you left.
HippoHelios Sep 2020
I wonder: Can the „I“ be fixed whilst being a „we“?
Or will you fix yourself, reducing myself to just me?
Will that, then, be forever so?
Will you take what‘s yours and left of you and go?
I will have neither options nor choices,
I‘ll be stripped of what I value and cherish.
What will be left? Echoes of distant voices
from a fairer past that once was but now did perish.

Most of all I‘ll hope for one thing, should it ever be this way:
That you could master to respect and love yourself; every coming day.
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