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Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
I know I will get through this alive somehow
I know my heart will still beat
It is almost too inevitable to bear
Stuck in place, can't move my feet.

How can I stop destiny when broken?
Fix something that can't be repaired?
We can go upwards from where we
are
From rock bottom towards cleaner air.

Lacking strength to fly with broken wings
Rain and thunder remembered from yesterday
This is how I am pressed to face fears
Shards embedded, eventually I'll be ok.

May take awhile to feel intact
Threads tearing one by one
No longer perform efficiently
Discourages until I come undone

You saved your heart from misery
I learned and now my own I hide
It's much easier to be broken from the beginning
Then there's nothing left to shatter inside.
How do you break something already in ruins?
Nicole Sep 2018
Girl of glass,
walking alone,
they'll all laugh,
and throw their stones,
the more they do,
she more the breaks,
pieces clatter to the ground,
with sunlight to see,
but the keep throwing,
They think she's beautiful,
but only when she's shattered
sushii Sep 2018
what have i done?


my heart
has been filled to the top with liquid—
a glimmering red,
so much so that
it just
burst open.


what have i done?


my heart
is a porcelain doll.
so beautiful, that you want to touch it, but
once you do, it shatters into a million pieces,
because you drop it.


what have i done?


my heart
is a thief with a knife.
it holds it to your chin,
as you struggle and squirm underneath the blade.


look what i have done.








look what i have done.
Gabriel Sep 2018
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
Gale L Mccoy Sep 2018
the shattering of a lamp
spun in words not mine
mosaic of shards
embedded in a hand
that is, unfortunately, mine
didn't start bleeding till
the 3rd one in
each sliver counts up to 10
I tried to pull out the pieces
and walk away but
I have to rebuild the lamp

I'll rebuild it into a lantern
keep it on my hip
so soft light shows
me down any path
next time it falls
there will be less
shards to clean
cait-cait Aug 2018
imagine —
you are the last of your species,

an angel, who dances on
ice.

like
a
film that protects
this earth ,
your wings are broken ,
and these are the pieces of you that cannot go
home .
.

so on
tiptoes, this cracked marble
does not shatter,
and
everyone gets to watch you perform ,
unknowing of the cold truth that you are shackled
to ,

like
a ballerina in a box
that hums a sweet tune —

you still dance ,
even as the last of your species,
even though
you are all that you have left.

and
even though
you have decided that love is a form of
betrayal.
.
i didn’t know what to title this but my comedy lit class was assigned plato’s the allegory of the cave and i loved it.... this is somewhat a different style (or concept) for me but i hope you still enjoy. this was another poem where I wrote the ending lines before the beginning ha ha. Meaning Is up for interpretation
Lydia Aug 2018
I didn't ask to be made so sensitive
to have days where words feel like they can bruise me
or looks can cut right through me
I didn't mean to be born with skin as fragile as porcelain
and a heart made of glass
if a small bump can break me,
with one slip I would shatter
buckettears Aug 2018
broken isnt chipped
it isnt imperfect
broken isnt working
or out of order

~

broken is shattered
in a million pieces
even love cant fix
this kind of broken

~

so dont try to fix me
or put me together
because broken is who i am
and who i will be forever

~

but if you walk beside me
and love me for who i am
through the good and bad times
i will always love you back
writerReader Jan 2015
one day i might

shatter

these glass walls
and trudge with
weeping
blood across the
broken
shards
Gale L Mccoy Jul 2018
when shattered I start
to see a shape begin
fractured light
broken image
sharp shapes
a different image
reflected in the glass
then the reality
it's meant to capture
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