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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Gazing wonders in the sky,
shine upon me and hear my cries.
I want to awake and free the fire in me.

Shatter the rain and sun!
Turn the shackles to ash and dust.
Through thunderous screams,
bury past my sad, sad eyes.

I'm so weary.
Sleeping soul, reach down and touch
and pull the flames.
Make still waters rage!

Though I am on rocky seas.
I want to consume and burn you all
Shatter and free!
Short poem from my journal I wrote. Currently walking around my local area.
Seems to be rather therapeutic.
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
She was shattered
Beyond repair

Nothing but a used
Porcelain doll
Tossed into the flame
Cursed
To never be loved

Never again
...
A miracle it was
When he finally came
Who'd seen her beauty

He'd seen the light in her dark
The smile beyond the pain
He'd seen her soul beyond her eyes
The strength beyond the tears

"You're one of a kind"
"There's none other like you"

So He picked her
And he loved her
Truely
Wonderfully
With all the love he could give
...
But then came the truth,
The whole truth
Not the half
That he'd been telling
"I can help you"
"I can change you"
"Let me fix you"

And her happiness came to a crashing end...
...

Because even though
She was nothing more
Than a broken toy
Fragile to the touch,
Every shattered piece
Of her soul
And her heart
Was full of overwhelming
Beauty and Love
To which the world
Was blind to

They couldn't see
She was a miracle
Within herself

And neither could *he
She didn't need to change.. the world did.

If any of you ever feel alone or broken please know you're not alone. As cliche as it sounds all you need is to find that love within yourself and maybe a friend to hold your hand through it all and remind you to love yourself. That being said, don't hesitate to reach out and thank you so much for the support so far
mjad Sep 2017
Who
What is happiness?
Oh,
It is merely the name of an old friend...

But,

What is sadness?
Sadness is more than a friend;
It is tangled with me like a lover in sheets.
It drowns out all laughter.
It drains all energy.
It shatters hope.
It devours joy.
It is not a what,
But a who.
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
I may seem dangerous
Strong and brave
But I assure you
I break just as easily
As the rest of us
...

And I'll let you in on a secret

I'm already shattered

Far beyond repair
...
I have been this whole time.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
For though my heart was forged with fire
It had become harder than ice
Yet your flame was so strong
And so stubborn at that
It melted every part of me
Over and over again...
The warrior I pretended to be
Melted in a pool of your love
As vulnerable as I became
to give you my heart
I beg you please
don't shatter it again
An excerpt from a long and beautiful poem.. it was truly heartbreaking and beautiful and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did ~BM
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
My heart
Is not your toy
That you can come and use
At your leisure
Then throw away
When it becomes used and broken

And I'll let you in on a secret...

It may look shiny and new
But its shattered to the core
Broken beyond repair
Simply dressed to impress
So it can stay on the top shelf
For its highest bidder
So that its cycle can continue
Forever
I'll let you in on another secret.. your heart is worth the most when it belongs to you...
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
I am fragile.
So fragile
More fragile than already shattered glass
Held together by mere Elmer's glue.
Yet I'll keep pretending I'm okay
Like I never once had a scratch
When really I'm crumbling
Under the pressures of the universe
That my heart's not a part of.
Another snippet of the words floating around in the mystery music lyric wall and in the even more mysterious head of my dear friend RH... please don't hesitate to drop a comment below ~BM
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
Don't look at me like a perfect portrait
When my smile was sewn on
And my flaws edited out
As the lights covered my insecurities
And the flashes buried
The shadows of my demons
Within the vignettes of my life
Which were hidden in the depths of time
For no one else to ever see...

Don't touch me like I'm a masterpiece
When you weren't there to sketch my rough edges.
You weren't there to see my colors
Bleed through my paper thin masks
Onto the tile floor forever as cold as my heart...

Don't hold me like I'll shatter
When you weren't there to see me in pieces
Because darling you can't break something
That's already broke...
The actual poem was a bit longer but I hope you all enjoy this amazing write as much as I did... ~BM
(Front page 7/25/2017)
aa Jul 2017
if there is anything
i can thank you for
after shattering
my already battered heart.

it's a thank you
for showing me
what caring is
what it should be
and
what it shouldn't be.
Part One of my last poems for the storm.
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