#breaks
the body has a limit
no one tells you where
sadness fills it anyway—
lungs, throat, behind the eyes
like water rising in a locked room
until something breaks
and it comes out
not pretty, not poetic—
just salt and shaking
just proof we couldn’t hold it
we don’t cry because we’re fragile
we cry
because we are
overflowing
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
They asked, “Who broke your heart?” I smiled,
As if the wound had healed a while.
But silence pressed behind my teeth,
A name I buried underneath.
Not one, I said but many things:
The way she left, the way hope clings,
The way a laugh turns into mist,
The way you ache for lips you kissed.
It wasn't just her voice gone still,
But how the world grew cold and shrill.
It was the songs that made me cry,
The empty space when love says goodbye.
They asked again “Was it her name?”
And still, I couldn’t place the blame.
A heart breaks slow, then all at once
Not just by loss, but lack, and months.
So who? I whispered to the night.
“I broke it too by holding tight.”
11. 06.2025
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
Inside my mind, a tree decays,
Its branches broken, lost in haze.
Dark shadows cling to every limb,
A silent scream, a fading hymn.
Roots once deep now barely hold,
A story of despair untold.
I feel myself slowly fade,
A shadow of the strength I made.
No light breaks through this endless night,
Just emptiness and fading sight.
The tree is dying, lost in gloom,
A silent witness to my doom.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
Life at 21, do you remember it?
Things rush at you, hit you, from all directions.
Any small decision can turn into a major plot beat.
What are our lives anyway but the sum of our decisions?
Opportunities contract and expand around us, like breathing—
and what fills those lungs are our test scores and faculty opinion.
College is a land of dreams—we’re all dream catchers—on our own paths, but the paths are mazes shrouded in haze, tumblers in need of combinations, variants that we must learn and memorize though it drains our communal blood.
At test times, the silence in libraries and coffeehouses is deafening,
full, as they are, of hunched-back phantoms toiling on books or blue-lit screens. If it sounds stressful and dramatic—it is. It’s not a time to get raddled—it’s all a big test.
Your world contracts to the sterile and dry— the facts and the moments needed to gather and order them.
That’s why we love breaks. Fall, Summer, Christmas, Thanksgiving—any flavor—break.
In fact, Lisa and I are on break now, I’m typing, on a MacBook Air, in a helicopter, screaming towards Manhattan.
If we don’t die in this shaky, 250mph, 3000-feet out-over Long Island Sound, cricket-like contraption, we’re going to have a great time—if we do nothing but sleep, hug our families and eat turkey—a great time.
.
.
Songs for this:
Little Hercules by Trisha Yearwood
Constant Craving by k.d. lang
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 2:51 PM UTC
In 21 days you’ll get over it they say
Six months later,
Still stings and I can’t escape
Your parting gift to me were bruises
And mine to you was, peace
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
From the warm breath of bright light,
blue sky breaks through our dormancy.
Cool breeze still keeps on bare air,
whilst curved lines rise bound in time
to care for the meaning of life.
We're expected to expand or contract,
responding to vast constructs set upon us.
It's easy to forget measures of the present tense.
Stillness often corrects parallels to connect, as impulses bubble up to ****** inside the mind.
Characters unseen play amongst the set,
there are integrated games we gain but our existence is said to be simplistic.
Focus on your sense of self and betterment, less complicated within the riddles of preconditioning.
Here to give, win and begin again.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
How am i supposed to say
what i want is not attention
it's reassurance
what i want is not sympathy
it's support
how am i supposed to say
i am battling..
with myself.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈'𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒,
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇?
𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁,
𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC
There are different kinds of fragility
One that bends,
And one that breaks
Step on a flower,
It withers
Step on a bomb
It explodes
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
Once you let some random human being into your life just because your heart beats faster when you look them in the eyes, you should accept the fact that one day they’ll try so hard to get into the very center of your life and then .. set it on fire.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
I love you
even my heart breaks.
I love you
even you don't love me.
I love you
until someone reaches the earth's core.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
Bubble
by Michael R. Burch
Love—
fragile, elusive—
if held too closely
cannot withstand
the inter ruption
of its bright,
unmalleable tension
and breaks, disintegrates,
at the touch of
an undiscerning
hand.
Originally published by Neovictorian/Cochlea. I believe this is my only "shape" or "shaped" poem. Keywords/Tags: Love, fragile, delicate, bubble, tension, held, breaks, pops, disintegrates, explodes, implodes, hand, touch, harsh, ungentle
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
I wish I was clueless again,
that I could go back,
go back to a time when it didn’t hurt,
a time that wasn’t so black
I wish I could see the colours
of the sun and sky at day
now, everything is so dull,
every colour I see is grey
I wish I didn’t know,
that rejection hurts so much
I wish I didn’t know
the strength of coldness clutch
I wish I didn’t know,
that a broken heart breaks you
I wish I didn’t know
but sadly, now I do.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.
As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.
So much time, however, no one to **** such with…
Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.
The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.
The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments
To keep the feeling alive
Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.
Beating so hard for that missed someone.
Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre
Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.
Love seems so hard to find.
Women you feel are interested in
Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door
To open your soul to them
Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock
At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors
As she disappears on the arm of another
A tear fills the eye for one short second
Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
pain with no script
subterranean roar
pressing call
pushing through
unkempt wasteland
places we don't see
lest they confront
status quo
hidden from all
but the sharp
as echoes we meet
find the persona
sear like another
stinging coal
on splintered frame
bent from carrying
shadows
cast on the
lake of fire's
unceasing scourge
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:46 AM UTC
surrounded in a field of weeds
you pretend to plant your seeds
water something that won't grow
we both know it's just for show
loved it when our fingers laced
miss the way you used to taste
still have you between my teeth
now you're just out of reach
so raise your glass always half full
appreciate what I'd call dull
enjoy all your time away
because alone is how we'll stay
take a sip, give me no heed
find someone else in my stead
know I only drink to you
forget, remember, bid adieux
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
why do i keep telling myself
that someday we will end up together
without me or you even doing effort right now
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:14 PM UTC
“When was the last time you felt rejected?”
This is her way of opening me.
Pointing out the things
That broke me.
That breaks me.
I answered as tears carefully falls down
On my cheeks
As if feeling every pain
I intake.
“It was when I heard him say,
“It isn’t the same anymore.””
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC