the glass broke through my skin, piercing my heart over and over. the agony brought me to my knees as I carefully removed the shards. the wounds sting, craving relief, from a soothing, cool, light balm. I slowly apply it, closing my eyes as it enters the wounds on my heart, bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
I have my wounds to show Savoring these as more grow When i asked the rising sun It shredded it's dark light to run Avoiding my soon to come dread But the moons crept saying not fret All of them revealing your brew I have started to forget you As that night memories all of which flew
...withdrawing criticism... ...that’s all it takes... ...without shame... ...of surrender...
...open the door... ...feel the longing... ...take the brave step...
...with you unafraid... ...all my intricate defences... ...would be taken away...
An experiment: pick a book, open it at a random page, close your eyes and see where your finger lands. Repeat steps two through four until the novelty wears off. Shuffle and compose. Omit the unintelligible. ;)
‘It starts off like climbing a tree or solving a puzzle - poetry, if nothing else, is just fun to write.’ - Criss Jami, Killosophy
Growing pains, It hurts when your bones break the tethers And you float above oblivion only to see yesterday smiling back at you holding out bandages to wrap your open wounds, and send you off to tomorrow, toward a monument of obstacles you forgot you had already crossed
They say time heals all wounds Honestly that is ******* Sometimes it doesn't matter what you do Pain has dug too deep of a pit There are instances where you lack the strength Or can't find a foothold to climb The distance up is just too great of a length And then what good is time? Some cuts never quit bleeding They just slowly run dry your veins Every day the sting keeps on repeating Years pass yet the hurting remains the same
Maybe not everyone but some of us have a harder time mending. Me being one of those.