#breaker
Every moment that we have.
Our own small little world
That we often hide together in.
Yet I cannot help but be afraid.
As you sit beside me making promises.
Promises you cant keep.
You coat my eyes with honey.
The numbing feeling that keeps setting in.
You always know what to do.
But I know that promises
They are not meant to be kept.
Even as you sit next to me.
The dreadful feeling sinks into my depths.
As you hold my hand and swear to me.
All of you and what you'd do for me
It is only a matter of time as you walk away with your loss of warmth and fading dreams.
You cannot keep empty oaths as fragile as porcelain plates.
-Kore
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
Don't follow
.selur eht
Just bend them
In your favour.
It's more fun..
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
the laws of physics, meet the laws of human nature
spinning plates
are always white unblemished so their breaking into pieces
is more visually enthralling and definite
been a spinner magico for so long, you’d think I deserve some
gravitational dispensation
it doesn’t work that way
when you learn to be a spinner, they teach catching too
but that was so long ago,
tho the endless spin slowing,
obedient to the laws of physics,
the human laws of the physical
give time power over gravity
making the eyes weaker
the hands tremulous
the arms woodenly worth less
so a crash is a forethought, imagined, inevitable
time is the most powerful force in the universe
the laws of physics, meet the laws of human nature
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
**** I swear I wish I never met him tall and dark skin I feel in love with him without a single kiss but his heart is what i wanted to win. I have never felt so low and misplaced. the words beautiful means nothing if it’s not coming from him. i keep asking myself if I had made love to u would we still be connected.... I wish I did cause maybe I could stop dreaming about u well at least that’s what I keep telling myself. u asked me if I would tell the person that I fall in love with that I love them truth is my heart was connected to you that very day! it was the longest phone conversation i entertained in a long time 8hrs I mean since high school days..... I knew i wasn’t gonna be able to easily erase ya memory from my mind..... it’s so bad that I had to drop to my knees to begging god to let me forget about you cause it hurts so bad ... I tried to keep dating, I even finally gave myself away smh! made love to some lame to try to erase ya memory and all I could see was ya face. the ****** won’t stop calling but.... sorry my heart is already taken by a heart less man who probably wouldn’t care if I got hit by a Dart Bus smh! but still every morning I wake up in tears again and again because I can’t stop dreaming that same dream of him.. I asked my therapist the one I started seeing again cause this situation with u has pushed my heart over the edge , I asked her am I crazy or delusional she said no suga u love him, How??? why??? this can’t be possible! all I know is this has to be the last time I open up to anyone.... It hurts 2 bad to miss someone who thinks so little of you
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
I'm tripping the breaker.
Soaking in the burn of the wires,
Tracing the line back to an old fuse box
With a broken switch
And a battered shell.
Grey with ambiguity and boredom
Seeping productivity like an oil spill,
Diluting the green.
Twenty one centuries.
And some pocket change
Just so we can all act
Like the pressure was worth the diamond.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
if surf this morning is seldom slack
when a garter holds up its string
this chuff is fishing that spoonful glimmers
while bait require quinine indelibly
by the sea
where squalk among clouds patrol crowd
that hasten to crack the sound
newly afoot a dock seemingly hottie taut darken wheel has line aboard and always say peekaboo
by the sea
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Can i mess with your heart a little?
Grant me a permission and
i could live with that guilt forever!
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Look what you've done, my dear...
I'm now a paramour of pain -
A hater of love
An exultant victim
A jaunty loser
An outsider to my own temple.
Look at these hands I've been using for a long time
As my powerful instrument
To press out the deepest emotions
And the dimension of my mind.
They're now but feeble tools
To grasp what you throw upon me.
These wounds
I love to see them bleeding
Like those brooks overflowing
Which make the most beautiful grin in your face.
My fragile body which is now lying
Waiting for another stone
Or another blade
Coming from you.
Look what you have done to me, my dear...
I am looking ahead.
Waiting
Until
You can't stand
To see me
Dying.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC