#cracks
The walls inside my head
Have cracked like the walls behind my bed
I don’t know how or when
But sometime between now and then
There was a slit
And then the plaster split
And through the cracks spilled
New thoughts as the world stilled
And I began to realize
There are so many lies
Within this society
And still it’s worshiped with aggressive piety
The cracks become chasms
As the thoughts rearrange the atoms
Of this life
Full of pain and strife
But once the flood subsides
Every thought hides
And I look at my wall
And see nothing at
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
she asks me: Please! do not be sad
please is one of the most powerful words
ever! in history! and in a young woman’s
tender pleading, lies the hardest~ever~to refuse,
impossible to defuse, days later I am angel-wrestling
how to explain being sad in your~yore olden days
is a vastly different kind of sad, that makes u look
back days and decades, even eons begone,
and wet eye wiper fingers
get in the way of mistyped writing
but what I am emoting
is a longer-than-long
slow drip black acid
disguised disqualified
as coffee, trying to infuse
character cracks long ago
putty covered, but putty
get olds, dry out,
new surficial cracks appear
and it ain’t easy to
cover over some cracks
a second, third or fourth
time after time
you are young;
I am older than many, most;
my cracks are not veins but
full blown occluded memorized arteries
and my heart works now on just
three engines refurbished but still revving,
and when sadness
burst inside, despite prior experience vast,
it cannot be washed away with a wet
washcloth, a mother’s hug,
those aspirins of human life,
and memories complicate old~sad,
comparisons made to sadness
of loss from prior pasts,
and it is easier and hard~different
to so easy remove, cause think~thoughts
pass by
not again,
old familiar pains, a /bad kind of resurrection, revivificcation,
not again,
and /with a shortened future ahead
you refamilarize oneself with ’alone,’
and much larger questions thread swinging
over my heart and head,
so your please is request is fulfilled,
this poem expiates away much,
but know I’m running low on
putty. natty
p.s.is late on your subcontinent, so sleep and read it on the morrow,
a fresh face day to be shared…❤️
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
Humpty Dumpty was not like other eggs
He had a face, arms and legs
All he did was sit on a wall
Was he not afraid of taking a fall?
But I guess he knew that all to well
For he had old cracks all over his shell
But there he sat without a care
Couldn't he just sit in a comfy chair?
But Humpty Dumpty however
Will not sit on the wall forever
Because there will come a time when
He can't be put back together again
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
I thought all my life
I was surrounded
Mirrors coating every surface
Walking slow
Trying to not let it crack
Then I meet you
You were see threw like glass
Transparent even with small cracks
For once I can be honest and not get stared at
Seeing you made it all go black
When I’m with you
I can breath at last
You see my cracks and still smile back
I know It’s not fer ever
Or if I’m in the past
I have no regrets cause it was a blast
But Thank You
For showing me there's still hope
Even if we all have cracks
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
One house.
A rocky foundation,
cracked from the beginning.
I saw the crack
and built anyway,
tried to raise a mansion on top of it,
pretending shaky ground
could learn how to hold weight.
I could hear the foundation splitting,
small sounds at first,
easy to explain away.
So I stayed ignorant on purpose.
Two and a half years later
the foundation gave out
and the house came crumbling down.
Can a single crack
really cause that much damage?
It can..
when it’s left to widen in silence,
when time keeps pulling it apart
inch by inch,
year by year.
Until the base fails
and everything built on top of it
goes with it.
All the memories and treasures inside
Gone.
Would it have been different
if I hadn’t ignored the crack?
Maybe.
But some answers
only exist in houses
that never fell.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 11:19 PM UTC
Voice cracks,
When I feel overwhelmed.
Like a mental attack,
With no hope to defend myself.
Voice cracks,
When I feel nervous,
Because I have a presentation,
And I can’t seem to speak,
And my words slur.
If I were lying on my deathbed,
I ponder,
Would I remember,
When I wondered,
If I would remember,
When I was younger,
And my voice cracked?
Voice cracks,
When I feel anxious,
Wondering if I’m worth it.
Since it feels like I misuse the gifts I’m given.
Voice cracks,
When I feel passionate,
Doesn’t happen often,
But when it does, I struggle to let go.
Even when it hurts my soul,
And I wonder why I didn’t let go.
If I were lying on my deathbed,
Would this matter?
Would I regret,
Not making sure that it mattered?
Would I pray for a chance to turn back the clock,
Back to the days, when all of my worrying came,
From whether or not my voice cracks?
Voice cracks,
When I feel overwhelmed,
And I wonder,
Why do I do this to myself?
My biggest critic,
My greatest asset,
My only friend who’s guaranteed to me till the end.
Voice cracks,
When things just seem a bit too much,
And I want to hide away,
To return another day.
If I were lying on my deathbed,
Would I be satisfied,
That I lived my life,
Instead of watching it pass by?
Though people came and went,
Faces and names smudged by time.
Did I do what I wanted to do?
Or did I disappoint you?
It wouldn’t matter then.
I think I’d find,
Myself longing to go back,
To the times,
Where all I had to worry about,
Were my voice cracks.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
not because they're wilting,
but because i am.
and the quiet
it listens better than people do.
the tap creaks,
the light hums.
a kind of lullaby for the ones
who never learned how to rest.
a cracked mug stares from the sink,
still holding the ghost of yesterday's tea.
i let it be.
not everything broken needs fixing.
outside,
the world is asleep.
inside,
i am learning that survival can look like
clean counters,
wet soil,
and breathing softer.
i am not healed.
but i am here.
and sometimes,
that's enough to make something
bloom.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
the wind blew a little harder today—
all for a chance to kiss you.
i guess the coldness of days gone by
do not scare you at all.
now I whisper to find you,
in the smallest of cracks,
in the pauses between breaths,
in the vastness of the evening breeze.
nothing could ever make me
stop searching for you.
nor will i ever want to.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
I've known you for so long,
Longer than forever,
Longer than all the circles of hell,
Longer than simply never.
I remember your cracks
On your wind-chapped lips,
Every wrinkle on your hands
Because of a strong freeze.
I hear every your word
That is kept quiet by you.
It's like a movie in constant replay,
In which I can't hear you.
I've got away so many times...
Or maybe I thought so...
The result is that I've never been able to.
And now I'm here in whole.
I'm with you, completely rudderless.
I don't need it at all.
I think I'll watch the rest of my life
Here, with you in the starring role.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 4:59 PM UTC
Just now I broke a teapot.
My mind was in a spell:
The shards look back forlornly,
the cracking sound was its knell.
It was a treasured heirloom
passed down from age to age,
touched by hands from times of old
but now I’ve turned its page.
It had served my family well
etched by tea and good times spent.
For now I’ll just be grateful
that this old *** came and went.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
i don’t even know
what to say.
all i know
is that i want to say it.
i’ve got words inside—
i swear i do—
but i haven’t felt
enough to stir them
in a while.
i suppose there isn’t any
poetry lying within the cracks
of daily life
when every day
is the same.
“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢?”
“𝘖𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.”
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
i don’t even know
what to say.
all i know
is that i want to say it.
i’ve got words inside—
i swear i do—
but i haven’t felt
enough to stir them
in a while.
i suppose there isn’t any
poetry lying within the cracks
of daily life
when every day
is the same.
“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢?”
“𝘖𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.”
Mar 19, 2024
Mar 19, 2024 at 3:45 PM UTC
opened my heart once
after keeping everything in
years and years
filled to the brim
and now i'm spilled, entirely
maybe nobody
can be fully prepared
when the cracks in my heart
can no longer bear
all of its weight
the dam finally breaks
and i am the flood that drowns them
i am spilled, entirely
you see
victims of a flood
have the choice to leave
and i will be left here, still
caught in all the debris
spilled, entirely
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 8:18 AM UTC
I’d tear myself apart
Just to figure out what’s inside
Am I
Out of my mind?
Can I
Take it back
Cover my cracks
And be anew?
Can I
Rewrite my song
And just belong
To who I wish to be?
If I changed all my choices
Back from when I used to be young
Who would I become?
I’m not sure I want to be who
I am, right now.
If I fall, should I stay down?
Fall, then fill it with gold
I say, fall, then fill it with gold
I say, fall, then fill it with gold
Not cracks, just beautiful.
Yes, I
Can take it back
Forgive my cracks
And be anew.
Oh, I’ll
Rewrite my song
And just belong
To who I wish to be.
To who I will soon be.
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 4:10 PM UTC
I am not here.
I want to be part of nature's depth.
My body is naught but a broken husk.
I do not want to mend the husk.
I need to repair its many cracks.
I can be here again.
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
Parts of his existence:
_A vessel_; is a magic that flows through its veins— the color of my cheeks and the color of his madness
_A certainty_; all flesh and bone, sutured and bruised; we can be made of cracks, somehow.
and my heart, he had it all as black holes grew in my chest (_as if the vacancies could be filled by his existence_)
_for me, he is insatiable
as I was always heartless_.
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC
cracks in the ground
like a frozen sea
cracks in the sky
like a frozen lip—
quivering
then,
and voiceless fluttering
of word upon wordless wordy word
a low wind
that
proud wheat
swept by
a bowing horde of gold
like kin on kin erupting
(because root dooms with it the house)
like a festival of distrust
where all centres
in a tangle of struggles
own throats hold
gyres of limbs
that themselves ****
themselves make
a ruffled head
that I so long combed
now a sea wild
wild
now slithering babbling streams
now lustful teasing waves
that shore then shore
meet and meet
and will rest not at all
what of—
blind infancy of impulsive beliefs
that through dunes and oases
go and go
(now nothing, now all, now none and all and all––)
a–– many sandcastle homes of childish sight
melt to doubt
— hold it—
this cleaving ground will be bound no more
cracks, indeed, all around
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 1:12 PM UTC
Look closer
Even closer than you are noww
Do you see the cracks?
Do you see the inherent sadness in my sweetness through them?
Do you see me being put together or do you see me crumbling?
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 7:49 PM UTC
as her glass heart beats,
it cracks little by little
as her chest caves in.
she closes her eyes.
her deep, slow breaths
restore her aching body
as her chest straightens.
the cracking suddenly stops.
her soul glues the cracks
and her heart is whole again,
stronger than ever before.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 12:41 AM UTC
there are cracks
cracks in the most beautiful stone
the stones found in the ruins of hidden remains
remains of an indescribably beautiful city
a city that shone brighter than the brightest star
It glittered like pyrite
not like gold
the pyrite city may have given off an iridescent shine
but It was dark
darker than the deepest, raging saltwater waves
darker than the night sky without pestering clouds
darker than the thoughts of those who wore a porcelain face
and that gooey darkness was seeping through the cracks
of those beautiful stones
those fake stones, the ones that gave off that too-good-to-be-true shine
were cracking under the pressure
and letting the compression release
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
It stares back at me
A reflection I long thought of my own
Too blind to see
I cannot fix myself through you
You kept adding cracks
Refusing to care for yourself
Ignoring your duties
And pushing your problems on me
Like a plague
Your words sought my heart
I kept tried to smile
Believing you were too young
Too young to understand
Yet the voice inside
Kept telling me the truth
That it had to end
No matter how far it would go
Like everything in life
It was no use
It was no good
You had to leave
One way or another
I ignored my own cracks for too long
There is nothing I regret
But maybe the last days
I could have been free
Way earlier than this
The big stage wasn´t meant for us
We both did mistakes in this play
But I won´t give up
Not yet at least
I still have enough breath
For another play
All on my own
Without your toxic thoughts
Without you adding cracks to me
A clear mirror
Old but fixed
Reflecting my movements
This life
Until another
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC