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empty seas Dec 2017
You are my saving grace
duct tape
the medicine that helps me bear the pain of stitching my soul
You are the teacher
with the most important lesson
how to become strong again
You draw me in
with conversations of fictional lives
that are just as important as our own
We share pieces of our souls through
hardcovers and paperbacks
in a way that makes me feel whole
repaired
less like shattered glass and more of a mosiac
Saving grace
the three syllable manifestation of
healing
                          and
                                                  happiness
This was made for my good friend a while ago. She's great, and actually likes my poems, surprisingly. She actually hung this on her fridge, which is super embarrassing, not only because it's bad, but because I misspelled some stuff in the original.
empty seas Dec 2017
all my friends are broken
cracked
scars upon their wrists
and stitches on their hearts
our smiles and laughs
cover pain and trauma
but
we all know
we love each other

all my friends are broken
but we're repairing
duct tape and bandaids
gentle touches and tender smiles
we all have different trauma
but we all understand
it will be
okay
we love you
it will be okay
Renee 'Wisera' Oct 2017
So much energy
Plenty to do
I can do anything
Except what I need to

My thoughts are a whirlwind
I want to escape
I can't drink liquor
When I'm working late

I can watch movies
Play games on my phone
Reorganize my desk
Sing a long song

When it comes to it
I'm just depressed
Life's going nowhere
Memories repressed

Keep pushing on
Take a deep breath
Practice mindfulness
Repair whats left

REMEMBER
There is only today
What I don't get done
Won't go away

Grab up that energy
Make a big push
Write a little poem
And GET OFF YOUR ****!
queen of hearts Sep 2017
Please don't let me fool you,
I'm as happy as I pretend to be.
But the smile that cuts you so deeply
is the same one I never see.

My mistakes.    
They'll catch up to me
somewhere down the line.
and there's a voice at night
that keeps me up.
but I'll swear to you       I'm fine.

Dangled my love and took it back
so I guess that means I owe 'em
Because that which doesn't **** me
makes me write this    *******    poem
Lunar Aug 2017
with your imperfect edges
you are perfect enough
to be filled in
you may be cracked
you may be broken, even

but what matters is
you know how to put yourself
back together
with gold
called self-love

you see,
you're holding yourself up
and you can see your old crack marks
emphasized from the gold
but that only adds to your life story
of how you became whole again

many people think brokenness
is destruction
but it's an art
when you realize you can fix yourself
you know you're unbreakable within
so just be and stay you
to wjh, pjh, and to everyone out there:
you are perfect in your own imperfect way
and i adore you for being yourself

(j.m.)
Seema Aug 2017
Yellow leaves scattered,
under the star apple tree.
Birds picking on twigs,
To repair the damage nest
On another small fruit tree.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Ryan Holden Jul 2017
From the moment we
Met, I knew it was you who
Would repair my heart
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