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Samantha May 2015
I was clutching on tattered vines
Praying fervently to all that are divine
To let it hold
Please make it hold

I was gripping tightly on my last strand of faith (I'm slipping)
Just let me hold
Let my life hold

Then you pulled at me
And I went crashing
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So here I am with a shattered heart, a broken soul and a tattered gown.
This is about how you're barely holding on without going mad and then yearning for some guy's love turns out to be your breaking point. It's titled Stark Naked because I wanted to write something about vulnerability and here it is.
Bijan Nowain Feb 2015
Longing to abscond with time
Run away to breathe and live
Looking for truth beyond the horizon
Restless soul breaking free

This heart wants to settle
For it’s run an emotional gamut
Tattered, worn out like old shoes
Quietly ticking, limping along

Then, like electrical therapy
You ignited a spark deep inside
Blood flows with purpose
Deliberate beating with resilience

It keeps on running
For you
Poetic T Jan 2015
Never let those with no
Sight look upon you
They wear tattered fabric
Across vacant lots
Each is a pit to the soul
Scarred,
Depleted,
Exhausted
Pools in need of filling once more
They rattle along as though
"A homeless vagrant"
"Hands held out as in need of help"
But once they
"See you"
Once they have you
"Within sight"
You will find them
"Everywhere"
Places,
Moments,
Closer they seem too be, seen until
No more, you feel pressure
You feel as your tangled in moment's
"Flash backs of every moment seen"  
Your life through another's eyes
Dreams,
Nightmares,
Reality
Screams as you see upon your self,
Eyes loosing there white glow
The pools becoming empty.
"Flesh crumbles"
The unseeing have seen you
For the last time,
Unlocked the key,
Moments,
Life,
Soul
Depleted, fed on what you had
Seen, The tattered cloth removed
As vacant spaces filled.
"Seas of Blue white and black"
Caress the shore lines of its
Already drying lakes
"Time will see"
"Time will not"
"Time see the next"
"Who will fill once again vacant lots"
They hold their hands out
Tattered cloth upon flesh,
They are the unseeing and they see all you do **not.
Beware what they see isn't you...
NoislessShackles Aug 2014
Words spoken
Through the gliding motion of a tongue ,
across the floor of a mouth
Past the realm of physicality
and  mentality,
Lies invisible strings
sprouting to bind with flesh.

Without the equal support
From both collector and  giver
The weight will be unbearable

The subtracted duty of aid
inwhich had once balaced
half a side;
The remaining will fall

Along will the strings
entwined with flesh,
of  a once whole gift.

© J-d S. J

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