throwing stones into the lake i discovered the dog likes to chase the staccato splashes as the surface of the water is broken with inexpressible joy pebbles were tossed individually and by handfuls as i watched the playful bounding for over half an hour
unfortunately i had not spotted the fisherman further along the water's edge rolling eyes and shaking head as wave after wave of rippled chaos disturbed his lure and line scaring away anything he had hoped to catch
That man walking by The girl who says hi Your best friend You close relative What do you know— Maybe Just maybe They're like you: A perfectly ruined thing
If you stare Right into their ever beating hearts Into their silent soul Maybe you'll find A chip A crack Or maybe all you find are pieces Of shattered self They are like you perfectly ruined things
You aren't so different You are surrounded by yourself, over and over Tiny little perfectly ruined things ignoring the pain Building walls Until you have forgotten How you were before you became perfectly ruined things
Day 4 of @angelealowes poetry prompts: perfectly ruined thing
She said that she loved me but didn't mean it despite everything l did From age to age hoped to marry you but the evil that breathed under your pretty face ruined and broke me Only trusted you more than my own like maybe you fell down from the stars to shine the light to the dark You were the spirit of doom For you were my first and will always hold a place deep in my heart because l still love you.
Here I sit upon this cream white carpet Salt streams down my face like a river, gently trickling over my freckled cheeks Copper drips from my arm onto my hands, falling into the cracks of my palms My eyes are burning but my skin is cold My mind is racing but my heart is still My posture weakens but I don’t let my head fall Instead my gaze flickers to the ground The floor a jarring hue That lovely white carpet now streaked with crimson What a mess I’ve made...