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Creator Sun Sep 19
Hold on to that thought
To that object, to that lot.

Keep trying, keep living
Keep doing what you love.
Something, anything
That keeps your mind above.

That doesn't make you sad,
That doesn't make you cry.

That doesn't start the cutting,
The dying and the lies.
Something, anything,
That makes you keep breathing.

Clutch that last straw with all your heart,
Your mind, you soul, oh all so broken apart.

Your bones are shattered
And your will is fractured.
Your mind is mutilated
And your heart has ruptured.

Black and white.
The colours of the sky.

They make me want to fly,
Soar so high
Above, so that I will never have to
Come down again.

For though my body is broken, my mind is free;
And that's the object that I sought to keep.
Random word generator gave me 'keep' outta many different words and I just guess that I did freeform and a bit of rhyming. The poem is a bit depressing yet uplifting at the same time and I don't know if anyone else enjoys bittersweet poems.
Bella-Lee Aug 5
Sneaking out seeking souls to sleep with, holding hands with helpless hollow horror, waiting for wholeness and *****-ness to wisp wetness, vulnerable and vindictive vicious boys prey, and eat away at me and my "magnificent" attention seeking adored abdomen, ******* that broke boyfriends from girlfriends just to fill the fluctuating depression fracturing my frail heart.
Falling deeper into a whole of emptiness
A beautiful dazzle of sunlight wakes me up,
Slowly opening my eyes feeling numb.
Slowly remembering the taste of my own cup.
Karma, that ****** ****.

Splattering blood in the parking lot.
Severely beaten,
All of the memories and regrets are brought;
Left me bleeding.

A silly smile on my face.
Waiting for that fatal coup de grace.
A bludgeoned arm, a fractured leg, a broken nose...
Peacefuly falling in the arms of Azrael, to forever repose.
Pyrrha Aug 2018
She's shattered into a million fractal pieces
This woman made into a mosaic
This goddess, this queen
The one with the golden heart that turns others green

It breaks me too when I find
That I can't replace all the missing pieces
And put this ethereal beauty back together
Not back to the state she was before she was fractured

The sun, the moon
The stars, the sky
The dusk, the dawn

She is everything in life that is right
A beauty gift wrapped in insecutity
How many different ways can you tell her she's perfect,
Before she finally looks in the mirror and believes it?

She believes that life is only work, anger, and hatred
She believes a man can only lie, harm, and detonate
She doesn't see life for the spectrum it is
Full of a million gradients coveting all the glory

Some days she believes it
She tells herself and everyone around her
She is confident and beautiful, capable of love and happiness
Until the next day comes and once again she's in pieces

I'd like to see the day a smile is on her face
Not drawn or molded
Like magic it appears and never fades
The day the beautiful mosaic is once again

Complete
I wrote this about my best friend(She seems to be my muse for many of my poems.)
Tara Jun 2018
All puzzles you have need to be solved
Some pieces will never be found
My mind is a puzzle
Each night it falls apart
Sometimes I don’t put it back together
The pieces collect cobwebs
I’m broken but I don’t want to be fixed
One day I’ll open up the Skeltons
I’ll spend hours trying to be “together”
My 1,000 pieces
Always missing more each time
I’m scared the day I’ll loose all my pieces
...


I am a fractured soul
A broken man
Fragmented
and destroyed
into tiny pieces

Left with sharp edges,
misshaped parts
and empty spaces

A jigsaw puzzle
I continuously work
A never ending project
attempting to reassemble

But like a shattered vase
glued back together,
it's not quite the same
What was pristine and beautiful
is now just something I resemble




Written: March 18, 2018

All Rights Reserved
in love

that your words have cursed me
what an shadow that has been cast
through sorrows fortunes
we have sewn sleeves
what fabric
do you
cling
cling
cling from me
cling to me


shaken bones you are to me
that you would drink from me
drink after what's been known
of
me

silence through these canyons
would you ever believe
my
love
for you


remote destinations we have waited
finding myself looking down on me again


what letters i haven't written
perhaps someone else will write
perhaps the mountains could
perhaps the mountains could inscribe
inscribe my love for you
in
the
clouds
here it is
that i scream
scream for you
scream for me
scream to
be
heard

when it rains
when it rains
this
is
my
love
for you




mountains etched 








blue
shoves
relapsed
who was trapped
?


















...
..
.
then there
we're
...
in love

that your words have cursed me
what an shadow that has been cast
through sorrows fortunes
we have sewn sleeves
what fabric
do you
cling
cling
cling from me
cling to me


shaken bones you are to me
that you would drink from me
drink after what's been known
of
me

silence through these canyons
would you ever believe
my
love
for you


remote destinations we have waited
finding myself looking down on me again


what letters i haven't written
perhaps someone else will write
perhaps the mountains could
perhaps the mountains could inscribe
inscribe my love for you
in
the
clouds
here it is
that i scream
scream for you
scream for me
scream to
be
heard

when it rains
when it rains
this
is
my
love
for you




mountains etched 








blue
shoves
relapsed
who was trapped
?


















...
..
.
then there
we're
...
Amy Oct 2017
You robbed me of my foolish dream
For underneath you weren't what it seemed
You stole my heart and would not give it back
And you had no intention to seal my heart's crack
You used me up when you had nothing
And emptied me out and left me loathing
Your shattered brain and genius mind
Were too far gone and left me blind
I could not see your void of self
I only cared  for your heart and health
You took from me so I could not bear
My fractured love and my eyes of tears.

Now those tears have turned to stone
My blood my veins my every bone
How dare you disappear one day
And leave me here with more to say
You took from me all you could
My gut  my soul as hard as wood
I gave to you my trust and love
You ****** my lust from far above
But I see you lost yourself  below
It cracked and shattered and you'll never know
The pieces left I had to sew
If I shall  see you again one day
I'll take my thread and start to pray
That you will mend and become whole
And I won't tell  a single soul.
Happy Valentine's Day
you lucky *******.
If not for the usual, severe
exhaustion I might have
something to share or
sometime to spare.
Alas, insomnia
suits me better
than dear sleep
that I pray will
take me 'afore I
continue to lose
a few good brain cells,
Or a few more friends.

My world needs dimming,
Turn the lights down low
and stick something on; ****** Bed
Track
by The Bluetones. Everyone's
gotta make their mark. Sleep calls to me
and I'm trying to call back
as she strokes
my tired back,
Arching, aching
and shaking with
hysterical, delirious
laughter. Gleaming
needlepoint, sooth me.
*"You're the only friend I need,

Sharing beds like little kids
and laughing 'til our ribs get tough
but that will never be enough".
Mydriasis Alethia left/seeking
the empyreal choir
only for
the chthonic drums
Myosis Lethe wrought/found.

Quote:
Lines Twenty-Nine, Thirty, Thirty-One and Thirty-Two from Ribs by Lorde
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