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Ravanna Dee Dec 2016
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"Why did you stop trying to fix me?" she asked.

"Because, you can't glue someone back together when they won't hold still long enough to dry."
From a book I'll never write. :/
JR Rhine Jul 2016
I want the poetry to mean something tonight,
              as I pace in my bedroom for hours
                                      under jaundiced fluorescent light.

                     I want to write something profound and true,
something of solvence to rid the demons to which I'm glued.
Rochelle May 2016
Would you ever fall for someone like me?

Someone who's heart has been broken,

But she's gluing the pieces together.

Would you ever fall for someone like me?

Someone who cares *so
much,

But gets nothing in return.

Would you ever fall for someone like me?

Someone who puts others before herself,

So she felt wanted and helpful.

Would you ever fall for someone like me?

Someone who already fell.

She's having trouble getting back up.

She's surviving and not living.

Her heart beats for you...

But would you ever fall for someone like me?
KRYS Apr 2016
Fear
Is a glue
That holds your once-broken-heart
Together

Eventually it dries.
The fear
Evaporates from
Your mind.
You forget.

The glue is gone.
Your heart strung high
As ever.
And then you fall
IT falls.

Fear is the glue that
Holds together
Your broken heart.
It dries. You forget.

Fear helps
You heal.
Sally A Bayan Apr 2016
This is a basic social unit,
That goes through different situations and circumstances
Some, stay together....some do not
Most stick it out...........but, no matter what
At day's end, they exchange views,
Share smiles....tears....and laughter
Over wine...coffee...or tea...

Just like in a classroom, or gatherings
Every voice is heard...ideas, opinions considered
No one is intimidated...or alienated...
Lest they be driven far away
Til they go off...........astray...

Energy emitted
Is like an adhesive
That keeps everyone close by
They go to different places
Yet, to their comforting space,
They return.........they come home,

Where they feel their needs are
Provided
Whether they be
Physical
Emotional
Especially,
Spiritual
Where they learn the value of family

You...me...he...she,
It could be a parent
Or, a grandparent
A sibling, a daughter or a son,
Even grandchildren,
Any member,
Could be the one that makes everyone feel at home
The one that approximates distances
The one that serves as the
G l u e
To hold family together.


Sally


Copyright April 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Cat Fiske Apr 2016
Baby Bobby is free,
No more whips, from amish men,

Baby Bobby is free,
You kicked and screamed on the glue truck sweetie,

Baby Bobby is free,
A nice lady Cathleen rescued you for me,

Baby Bobby is free,
She Cleaned you up and healed your wounds,

Baby Bobby is free,
Bobby baby, why are you scared of me,

Baby Bobby is free,
Bobby baby, I'd never hurt you, I just want to love you,

Baby Bobby is free,
Bobby why do you kick and scream?

Baby Bobby is free,
Bobby I love you, what's wrong baby.

Baby Bobby is never going to be Free,
Bobby is trapped inside his fears, much like me.
My horse Bobby has PTSD no wonder I love him so much.
gravygod Oct 2015
I want to rip you apart
until you are merely fragments of human
ripped and vulnerable
then I could finally tell you
how I feel
about you
about us
about the way I strive for us to exist together
in this lonely universe.
I would glue you back
piece by piece
carefully and slowly
making sure you are still just as perfect
as you were before.
but I know that no matter what
you will be
you make my heart sing pure joy
just by the look you give to me
the sensation of your warm hands on my skin
nothing could make me feel more secure
even since the first time I saw you
my soul was awakened
I was given a purpose
to fall in love with you.
you don't love me though
and you never will.
I am nothing to you
just a foolish female
who will give you anything you desire
that is my own fault,
not yours
I have let myself lust for you
too many times
and now I am stuck
craving your presence and voice
your affection and promises
I know I am a sucker for you
and I am not sure
if I will ever not be
this broke me
addy henderson Sep 2015
love
It means the glue to whatever makes up you,
It is the number unimaginable but you already knew,
It is like a birds eye view of the outside of a zoo,
It is your break through.
It is the memory of why you are what you're put through
Love is who taught me to be me and you to construe,
So when he falls you dont fall too,
My name is meaningless; a loose glove,
It means nothing without love.
Reverie Dawson May 2015
I know we are both human.
We both make mistakes.
But I 'am NOT your  punching bag.
You are scratching, shoving, and crushing me.
And I'm trying to run, jump and duck from all the words you throw at me.
But it seems like the ground is rumbling and turning me around back to your horrid words.
And it feels like every word that you speak brings me down.
Each word breaking and taring me slowly.
I guess I am your punching bag after all.
I'm fixed up with tape and glue, holding on by a cord.
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