#bandage
In all the things you do, you love.
Every smile you give holds love
and my eyes light up with joy.
You laugh and it stirs my soul.
With every tear you cry, drops love
and my heart breaks for you.
You hurt and I want to bandage your pain.
A touch of your hand embraces love
and my skin tingles.
You need and I want to fulfill it.
Every word you speak echoes love
and I melt at the sound of your voice.
You give life to the vowels and the consonants.
Every breath you take exhales love
and my heart is charged anew.
In all the things you do, you love me best.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 11:30 PM UTC
when you ask
who hurt me
what do you mean?
the long cut of lies?
the weeping stitch of falling apart?
the ache of losing everything?
the harm to love?
the bleeding hole in my heart?
oh
that was you
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Vibrant colors flood through the engravings in my skeleton,
the bright lights shining through my skin,
along every nerve as they illuminate themselves to make known their pain.
What a useless light show,
that nobody asked for,
telling everybody in vain
that it wants to be released.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Slow and steady
The pace at which my heart delineates
Glow and gliding
Yet, the result it generates
Flow and floody
The rate at which the world emancipates
Blows and ******
Yet with this, greatness and progress are always enunciate
But, is it the result that is really ******
I think it's still the heart of men
The end will justify the means
The result will reflect the reasons
I won't mind the pace at which I think
I'll only be careful about the result it will bring
But as I analyse and appraise with my mind
I'll be mindful of the time
Time is money they say
Thought is honey I say
As long as it yield a desirable and reasonable conclusion
A rolling stone gather no moss
A deep thought gives its result a gloss
Especially if with it you are engross
Pace though is an added advantage
The race should be won without a bandage
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC
Who was your ******* rock? The one you relied on when others relied on you? I was the keystone who kept you together and kept the others together unbeknownst to them. I was the bandage sealing the wound from the bacteria of the world, from the ill thoughts and mean-spirited things of the world. I was your ******* crutch that supported you and helped you stand upright in this world. But just like a crutch, like a bandage, I was discarded once the problem was summarily handled. I hope you bleed out next time.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
You are no longer the same
Your smile has be beaten so bad that I can no longer recognise it
Your eyes scream that your in pain while you fake a smile
You keep your mouth shut and your thoughts to yourself
You used to be outgoing and happy
You used to be very opinionated
You used to have a smile that could light up the whole town
What happened
What happened to your laugh can you no longer use it
What happened to your smile can you not repair it
What happened to your confidence can you not find it
That's ok I will help you repair what is broken, find what is lost, use what is discarded, I will bandage up what has been beaten. I will help...
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
I once
assembled a
joint with
tourniquet in
a flash
that caper
with anesthetic
there still
struck awhile
in fiasco
when dovetail
would matter
with adhesive
that shined
this local
area with
avocado mince
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
"My boy" you told me
"Some will come close to understanding"
But none truly ever will
The pain is a burden
Hurled into being
By a history in which we have no sway
Of elders and ancestors,
common trace
Buried deep in our blood
And The wounds
In an indifferent bandage
You WILL understand in time
That you must be your own shaman
Whisper to your soul the song
That soothes,
The healing touch,
SING OUT
The sorrow that aches,
And make harmony with what you know to be true
And for those that dont understand...
Be patient,
Their wounds not as deep
Their affliction still undetected,
Show them in the light of your broken halo
That good exists within the hollow home of unsettling night,
Only than will you truly understand,
"My boy" you said
None understand, but i do
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
It won't stop bleeding,
This gaping red and black hole.
Useless bandages.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
Universal
You know the bandage pull
And how they say you should
Remove in one yank?
Oh, for comfort, true.
I've got the addiction
Just like you.
Meet me on the carpet crisscross
And we can slowly tug the
Adhesive for the pain we need
Over days. Better yet, stay.
We can hide ourselves for years.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
You picked at her.
At first, you only did small pieces,
just took inconsequential pinches off here and there.
However, soon you became greedy.
Got comfortable stripping her of who she was.
Turning her inside out.
You ignored the empty gaps in her heart,
and tried to bandage the larger chunks
with who you wanted her to be.
But learned, like everyone eventually does,
that bandages don't always solve the problem.
Sometimes we bleed too much.
And sometime we keep bleeding until we can't.
That's what you did to her.
You picked at her
until there was nothing left to pick at.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
*When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy.
Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as they sank into the dead white wood.
It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that
could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere.
When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain.
But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t
see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily.*
Because of you.
*And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the
hole you left in my dying heart.*
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
I ripped you off like a band aid.
Out of my life
Gone for good
But not until I knew I wouldn't need you anymore.
You took parts of me with you
Like how a bandage takes off some skin
Maybe a little hair.
I have healed.
And now, you've pushed me
Knowing I'll trip
Fall
Cut and bleed
Cry.
You pushed me knowing that you'd be able to patch me up with band aids.
And I know that I'll have to rip them off
One by one
All by myself.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
The bravest one of all
is the girl who ties on an invisible cape,
and dances around her troubles
as if she's blind to her struggles.
Climbing towards her dreams
on broken glass,
and digging out the ****** shards
one piece at a time.
Scars are the road maps on her skin
showing her how far she's come,
Never gliding on freshly paved roads,
always climbing up the rugged mountains.
But she tastes the rain,
and she feels the wind,
never numbing herself to
the disasters in her life.
When she reaches the top,
her strength will allow her to
fly with the most majestic of eagles
with a bandaged wing, so that she never forgets.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
No matter how many drugstores I rob
I will never have enough Band-Aids
For what you've done to me
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
I need you to take
the fragments that broke
and stick them back
in swiftly stroke.
I kept trying, I did, but
couldn't do it myself you see;
oh please won't you rip off
this bandage for me?
I want to be able to feel
all that's past but isn't gone
but with my heart in pieces
I just can't know what's wrong.
There's no pressure really
just please make it clean
and don't puncture any of
my major arteries.
I'm strong enough?
No, you don't understand
I knew what I could take, but-
this isn't what I'd planned.
This broke me but it didn't hurt;
now I'm just practically dead.
I need someone else to fix me
so I can remember how I hit my head.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Your path has been covered
With broken glass,
And they're wondering why
You've been running so fast.
You're calloused but strong,
You're tough but in pain,
You're unstoppable,
But your glass is blood stained.
Your whole life has been danger,
You can handle anything,
But even the strongest,
Need a safe place to stay.
So come walk with me,
And we'll find a new path,
I will bandage your wounds,
And lead you to soft grass.
Let me be your safety,
We can turn your shattered past,
Into a stained glass window,
Lighting up our new path.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC