#brittle
How am I to say such vigor
specious and amorphous and astringent,
effacing a landscape called yesterday
soon after some shut-eye,
then the jive suspends with
a dissonance creeping in coda
as the overture falls through.
If the clock is right or it feels wrong,
mono-tempo takes over anyway.
Now I see it when looking back.
Enchantment hedged a garden full of lush lives
that I didn’t even know I could ignite
until the season shuffles.
Had I hit my stride? Yes
I keep my head up, but No
I'm upside down, from the outside in.
Clouds that we glided by
are dropping through my hands like sand.
It left me hovering around a layover of sentience
less itinerant than fugitive,
brittle memos that
are in no ways oblivious.
You don’t know your words engraved but
I do.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
Bend like bamboo,
Brittle people break.
Resist yet be resilient,
Persevere, yet,
With purpose.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
So brittle
That a single word (or seven)
Could pour salt on my opened palms
And break
My short sense of happiness
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Frost laces the earth —
a quiet diamond veil,
whispers of smoke rise,
spilling through the breath of trees.
Snow, soft as forgotten dreams,
drifts over stones, over roots,
its silence pressing close,
like a hand on the chest of night.
The wind, thin and sharp,
skims the hollow of the hills,
pulling shadows into its folds,
sewing the moon into the bones of the sky.
Bare branches stretch,
clawing toward a distant sun,
their fingers white and brittle,
writing cold prayers in the dark air.
Below, a river sleeps —
its pulse muted,
veiled under ice,
the valley cradles it in a long, slow sigh.
In the pause between seasons,
we linger —
half-light and half-shadow,
breathing the fragile quiet of winter,
waiting for what is to come.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
Will I find you in Spring?
Immersed in profound happiness,
Or do I look for you in autumn?
In the depths of my despair,
Hollow and brittle,
Like the leaves.
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC
The plasticiser of human flesh–
Influence,
Poured on without filter or mesh.
Swabbed, glazed
Over a body.
The victim left in a daze
While we
Watch (unknowingly? Or not?)
As they rot away,
Day by day.
They’re less brittle,
Yet it seems this plasticiser has little
Positive effect.
For the promoting of flexibility
Just seems to mean two-facedness
And a lack of respect
To them and me.
Plasticiser just turning our world to mush–
To get it done,
I’m truly in no rush.
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 6:46 AM UTC
Equally hardened and fragile;
Incredibly beautiful and, to break, agile.
Your porcelain lips on mine wander,
As my cracked soul finds refuge in your maunder.
Dec 2, 2022
Dec 2, 2022 at 12:41 PM UTC
I am forged in a ceramic kiln,
and the sweltering heat embrittles me.
their withering stares set the kiln ablaze,
expecting me to stay rigid and brittle.
I attempted to constrict and be good,
but the fire slowly cracked me.
the heat still scorches my pieces,
but each piece inches closer
to the outskirts of the kiln
so I can find the sticky glue
and put myself back together.
Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 11:59 PM UTC
The fairytale of America
is dead to me
Killed by a ********* in horns
Maybe my veil has simply been lifted
Long has it been so for others
while still others never knew
its comforting shade
A reverence as meaningful now
as that for Santa Claus
Was my faith so brittle so ignorant
Is it still
Seems so
**** I don't know
I need to visit those stones again
let them speak through the cold
They were never silent but
maybe now I won't be deaf to their story
maybe now I'll listen
maybe now
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
My courage
My strength
My bravery
It's all a show for those who see
Inside I'm hoping no one will test them
And see that they break in use
in practice
in walk
like brittle bones
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:55 AM UTC
My mind is a minor flutter;
Looping movies within ultimate stutters.
I'd tell you I'm feeling better,
But I am a stick of butter.
I look into gaze of grateful maze,
Only to pop amongst unholy haze.
My mind is beautiful,
But what is the craze?
My ego deserves to jump into my idiot blaze.
I hope this is a phase.
Little do I know that I am an end;
Whether I am today or tomorrow, it depends,
Though it will come soon.
The red blends with my toothpaste.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:26 AM UTC
Brittle, broken, beaten
I carry in my chest
a moldy stone.
It used to flutter once
and beat harmoniously.
Medusa's hair,
coiling around this planet
finally found it.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
I forgot how it felt to be hungry
How your bones rack for crumbs on the bottom of your heart
My bones feel like brittle; ready to break at a gush of wind
But Brittle is candy
Candy is a sweet delicacy of whom people like me refuse to have
Candy is what I believe I can be
Only if I change into one of those target plastic models
Perfect and pristine, standing as if they are mocking me
Making fun of my creatures in the dark
And my not-so-ideal summer body
I just want a summer body
I want to see what other people see in me
I want to be all that I could be if I was pretty
So I start dropping things off of my menu, drop by drop
First a side dish, then my sugary drink
That drink should go to hell for how much weight it makes me gain
I reach down my throat until my regrets come back up
Reminding me I cannot be pretty the way other girls get to be
Ducking to the restroom after a meal
Anxiety overwhelming every ounce of me as soon as I eat
There is beauty in pain, right?
Or beauty is pain?
Either way, they are correlated
That is good enough to allow me to turn myself in who I want to be
I was over this, I thought I was over being hungry
But then a man stared at me while I was walking to Walgreens
I do this to be beautiful for just a moment
But I also do this to disappear
Don’t look at me like that flesh of meat that day on that broken night
I want it to go away even if it means my bones shake on a sunny day
Even if my soul weeps at night
Even if my friends pick up on what’s wrong
Oh, please don’t pick up on what’s wrong
Can’t you see what you’re doing to me?
Let me be in control of my body
Watch me clatter to the floor and please don’t help me
Let me shake and quake
Watch me wear a heavy sweater and get out of breath walking
Let me substitute food for sweet vapor in my lungs
oooh it tastes sweet like brittle
Let me disappear
Please just let me disappear.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Planted with love,
watered by compassion,
fertilized with the light of our presence.
But it was all an illusion,
for the it was planted in betrayal,
watered with disappointments,
fertilized with lies
and maintained by fakes.
Our roses were red,
but now they are dead.
Weak and brittle petals,
crumbling beneath my feet.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Once upon a time
I was sweet, soft and bright
Now I am dry, hard and dark
When did I stop looking at the sky,
chasing the warm sensuality
and start slouching to the ground.
Hue and texture are no longer the same,
my thorns have been magnified
with the petals of my love
crumbled and withered away.
I am no longer the same.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
Like the rose was our love,
watered with the best of selves,
soaked in the light of our presence;
flourishing and blooming.
But now memories are crumbling
and our love is withering and fading.
A dead rose is the only remainder
from a life of beauty and admiration.
Now we love in the shadows
and stolen whispers
of the weak and brittle petals
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
how does one live
knowing there is nothing they can say
to scare away pain
their words are weak and brittle
yet they say them all the same
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 5:31 AM UTC
Do you know me?
I grew up without a mother
She left when my oldest sister was three
Even when my sister was close to dying
She spent money on drugs instead of for flying
I hated my dad for keeping us away from her when I was little
When I was 16 I realized she was brittle
When it was my sister's graduation day
They talked for one minute because she had nothing to say
She told my dad that she was going to move out here
A year later and she's not even here
She gave my hopes up
So much that it felt like a breakup
She asked my dad when I was born
That pierced my heart with thousands of thorns
Does she even deserve the title mother
When she lies one after another
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
At the time it seemed easier to run away
Than to fix our differences and just stay.
It has shaped me into the person that I am today,
But I know my damage cannot be fixed with everything that I say.
I understand the damage I made cuts further than what meets the eye,
Believe me I’ve experienced this first-hand so by now I realize
That nothing good can come from these brittle lies.
I am sorry.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Why am I here again
Same situation that I've always been
There's no escape for me
Always tempted to fall back and sin
And it feels as if
The devil has a hold of me
Feels like his grip is at my throat
And nothing's going to set me free
And I find myself
Talking to this mirror again
Its reflection looks so brittle
Like it's going to break from all the pain
And I'll... Whisper its name
So only it can hear me
I'll lie to it again
because I know it'll believe me
I'll try to smile
And say everything's okay
Keep looking at that mirror
Pretend I'm better off than yesterday
And maybe I am
Soon I will believe it
One day I will leave it all behind
Rip this sorrow off and then just leave it
But for now, all I can do
Is keep talking to this mirror
Even though I hate myself
And just hope the current me
Would Disappear
I’ll still talk to it in whispers
So only I can hear me
Begging the devil to let go of me
And wondering
Why God just won't come near me
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Red hand-picked cherries
leave behind a residue
on smudged, brittle lips.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
The bridge between what I feel
and how is far more brittle
than one would assume
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC