“I am a mosaic of everything I’ve ever loved” or rather I am a piece of the mosaic that everybody loved. The small crooked and triangular shard of what once was loved.

But how come im only a part of a mosaic? And can’t be my own image. How come I have to depend on others in order to be complete and perfect.

Oh why do I have to be perfect? Is it the feeling that I have to or is it cause I want to? Either way its not possible, cause as they say no one will ever be perfect— they will always be close to perfect but not perfect. Just as the glue overflows yet i still stick, the overflowing uncontrollable emotions— I have to **** up because no ones wants extra glue.

No one wants to get sticky fingers. So I stay silent—staying as a shard that i am, drying hardening and dying.

Some things shatter
Some things bloom
These words illustrate that perfectly.
Broken pieces
Now seeds.
Buried deep
Growing peace.

Something shattered
Something bloomed
A crash
A boom
In an empty room
I once was a poet
Today I’m a poem
Fragmented
Retracing my steps
Finding myself in the empty.
Galaxies between words
Worlds from previous dropped pins.
I dropped pens
Knowing I’d search again.

A child

all alone

in the darkness

a time when

their world of fantasy

no longer there

to support them




As she walks on the unstable ground

all she wants is someone there

to keep her from falling

in this pool of confusion




But she couldn’t speak

The words don’t come out right

So instead she learned

not to talk at all




It worked

for a while

When the bottle broke

She could only blame herself

as she picked back up the pieces

ready to start all over again

You always beat me
At every game we played
So when I broke your heart
It was only natural that
You'd shatter mine
Effortlessly

Her hair, reminiscent of glass
Dusty perplexions, missing pearlescent marbles
She's a dream awaiting the arrival of the next writer
To speak of her story to the masqueraded creature
Posing as light to the dark universe she's encased in

She's the raging madness in her soul
Thrashing yet loving anyone who kisses her
Hidden love affairs, descending silhouettes
Leftover clothes tossed unruly; a decadent stench
Intrusive but polite to wilting foliage

Lip stains, droplets of blood, dislocated jaws
Time, unforgiving as always, punishes its victims
Misery coats her barely twinkling soul
The one who shatters her mirror
May forgive her to finally be free.

God is 1000 pieces of shattered glass
begging to be put together,
inside you see your reflection
and wonder why is God's so much better.

if you shatter into a million fragments fallen like a disco ball,
i will lift them with both my hands and put you back again.
sweating brow and unhappiness
i’ll take this weight from off your chest.
to live with the regret of losing you
would be the worst kind of eternal punishment.
it’s a vulnerable hour
coarse tongues and sharpened claws.
i awake to the shameless sound of your howling
bouncing off the walls
torn apart.
nightfall is brutal but i have the pieces of your heart
to wrap around my cold malnourished frame,
swallowing me whole involuntarily.
it’s all gonna be ok for me.