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Chloe Elizabeth Oct 2014
These raindrops hit the pavement
while brakes screamed
and tires spun
in the stormy weather

In a single fragment of this lifetime
a heart stopped
and the night went silent

In a single moment
all these hearts collapsed
and the floor fell from beneath their feet

As love got stronger,
days got harder
and tears flowed
like the storm on the night
that took the young boy
from our arms

These moments
and fragments
of our existence
have the ability to change everything

Sometimes love is not enough
to hold broken pieces together
and things break,
they shatter,
lives shatter

But everything ends
so it can begin again

By Chloe Elizabeth
Erenn Sep 2014
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
You're supposed to.


Erennwrites
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
Jazzelle Monae Aug 2014
It comes back in fragments,
pieces of last night
Dreams?
Memories?
I can't tell which
It all fell apart
between the moment
my eyes shut
and reopened
All the fragments
didn't fall into place

It's so frustrating
putting puzzles together
without the picture
No Jul 2014
When the stars were only a fragment of my imagination, you kept me on earth. I wonder how you made me feel like a galaxy and then as little as an atom of dust. You're fire spreading through the meadow and I am the wind blowing. Your words are intangible and my mind is tired of fake things- fragments of my imagination making me soar the sky.
They're not real. We're not real.
Reality grounds me and the magnetic field keeps me down on body, but not in soul. You were an anchor keeping me still- keeping me down, and now that you're not here, my feet is still planted on the ground.
I don't know how to feel better, I just wonder for when it happens.
I guess what we had was more in my mind and it was never really in yours too
Erenn Jul 2014
When all is done
It’s never really done.
Really.
You often asked yourself
'Will I see her again?'
That’s not impossible in vivid reveries
But it’s still a lie.
Creating that illusion in your head
Reversing time repetitively and everything will be as it is
The way you wanted it to be.

Speculating if your love for her
Was being marked for invalidity
Moments imparted on phases that matters most
The smell of berries in her hair
That fiery gold in her eyes
That emphatic touch that never waned
'But why so soon?'

You tried to run
But you can’t
Despite hiding in your illusory canopy
These fragments aren't real anymore
It was.

You tried rendering it to someone else
But you pushed them away
Not letting them in
But you realized those feelings were real
This new beginning was real
But you shut everyone out
Leaving that void of obscurity in your head

Your heart’s barely pumping
Every second mattered
Contemplating if it’s easy to plummet down from here
Now you’re thinking with your heart
Not your head
It doesn't make any sense
Because you created that
You chose to be this way

You just wanted to be with her
Just one day.
Again.

But you can’t
It’s not real anymore
It will never be.
Because it’s gone.
She’s gone.

Forever.


Erennwrites
Four years passed so fast. I'm just really content you're in a better place now.
Never forgotten.
Holly Nicole Jun 2014
Nothing but fragments
A picture frame with no picture
I can't see you, yet you remain
In the back of my mind
You remain
These thoughts don't connect
Don't flow
I can't seem to make sense of anything
Anything but
*You
I

Everything is cast asunder

Chopped like waves

A scintillating shattered mirror


II

Memory is an ache in the mist

Settling into a backward moving river

That snarls into an ethereal past


III

Quivering in the skin, an embodied seer;

Flesh with entropic and generative visions

Alive with terror and imaginative beauty


IV

A burning longing is cooled in the waters of grief

Where space is apart and falling; When time cuts eternity

And all that was, and will be, is here, broken


V

Pulling colours out of a boundless light

Severing into the spectrum

Tearing hot white nothing into variegated hue


VI

A depth of shade holds together layers of truth

Concealing the unknown in echoes of shadows

Contours and grooves, carving out reality


VII

Loosener of holding; shaking catharsis

Bittersweet, uncontrollable chaos

Bare and raw and momentary and changing


VII

Like the fall of a giant old growth tree

that lays to waste and nourish

an abundance on the forest floor


IX

Like the blossom of a wild flower

tired of tight closure, breaking open, petal by petal

to expose it's heart to the sun
AmberLynne May 2014
We all come from broken homes.
In our own way we are each 
shattered pieces. 
Remember though,
mosaics are made 
from broken pieces
and they are still works of art. 
The key, I think,
is to find the artist
who can help you
fit your fragments together
into the masterpiece
you are meant to be.
5.7.14
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