#crumbled
It's broken, scattered in pieces, in shreds.
What was immoveable, now is crumbled.
It morphed from spool into puny threads
And got so futile and so unrequired.
All is gone, both faith, and repentance.
And what is now, no meaning, no goal.
No one needs excuses or blaming.
Neither of those who needed are gone.
All is trampled down, mixed up.
All is stupidly wasted in whole.
And only one mediocre Zero
Is stayed with no shame at all.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
I crumbled down
when I faced the mirror.
I can't even face me;
nor the reality,
of us.
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 8:35 AM UTC
Like a phoenix
I burst into a burning blaze
Of flames of pain
But like a phoenix
I will rise from the ashes
Of the burned memories
I will rise again
And become what I do not know
- Jay M
October 11th, 2021
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
Will you be my Valentines?
No.
Oh, okay.
You rip my heart out of my chest,
Pink ruffles and all,
And crumble it up.
You swish swish swish it into the trash,
You feel so powerful.
It lays there,
Bottom of the barrel,
Crumpled and beat black and blue.
The pink ruffles are now zig zag bright red.
It wheezes out in desperation.
I scramble to the bin,
Trying to scavenge the leftover pieces.
I pick through the trash,
I look ridiculous,
But I can fix this.
My fingers run over broken glass,
Paper, and even banana peels.
I find it,
The last remnants of my beating heart.
It’s still crumbled up,
But this can work.
I start from image.
I steam press it,
Whisper it sweet nothings,
And kiss it back to life.
It beats.
It beats,
It’s beating.
My heart is alive once more.
Will you be my Valentines?
Yes, heart, I will.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
As a cookie
I crumble, easily
As an orange
Squeeze me , tears will shed
As the deep blue sea
Tranquil, yet slowly damaged
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
The walls,
They fall.
The minds,
They crumble.
The teeth,
They shatter
On contact
With your words.
The skin suits,
They wither.
The single identity crisis,
They splinter.
Into a man’s
Multiple personalities.
The tears,
They spill.
The spines,
They chill,
The hope,
They lost forever and
A day ago.
And nothing is left
But the measly foundation;
Rotting and infested
With termites.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
there’s a gouging hole where my chest used to be
ever since the moment i met you
a tiny piece of me has crumbled and fallen to the floor
leaving trails of myself as i pass
and over the months as i have been chipped away at
my soul
has emptied
i’ve grown tired of the pain
i’ve grown tired of the wanting and the longing
i’ve rushed to pick up pieces of myself again but i found that they don’t fit
i am not the same anymore
we are not the same
nothing will be like it was
these months have sloshed like water, up and down and now the water is gone
a new tide has come in
and i don’t know how to fit here in these waters
what to expect from them
acceptance rolls in between my fingers
touching my skin and begging to be absorbed
this past month i have been playing with it in my hands, feeling its tacky sticky texture
it promises no returns, only a way to pick up my pieces again and fill in the gaps you left, with it’s presence
i lay on the ground
water laps at my body and pushes bits of me into the holes they once occupied
i lay
my hand is now covered in it, the acceptance
i lay in the slowness, the grey sounds of the water filling my ear and there is nothing i can do but wait
wait for the acceptance to over take my body
wait for myself to be whole again
i remember your face and i wonder how that’s ever possible
and yet here i am, being put back together and remedied
here i am
waiting for my impossibilities to soak into my skin and become possible
here i am
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
You were my everything, now I am nothing to you.
I fell in love with you, and you thought you felt the same.
You did not.
I fell in love and continued to fall deeper.
You led me on and continued to walk.
My heart crumbled and cracked, and you tried to help me.
Although you only made it worse.
So I cannot love you anymore, because I have been told the inevitable,
That you do not love me, and I can't force you too.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
My heart is like a cage,
Trapping feelings that it can't let go.
My heart is like a drum,
Hammering away as our skins touch.
My heart is like a rose,
With thorns yet admiration for you.
My heart is like a tower,
Every brick was placed to protect myself from you.
My heart is like glass,
Breaking into pieces as I see you with her.
My heart is now crumbled.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Pencil scratching words out
Silence
The sound of paper and lead connecting
Rustling
Frustration, not meaning what you write
Eraser comes out
The crumbler of words
Rubs across the unwanted
And now unsaid
Words that don’t let you speak your mind
Wipe the crumbled words away
Let them fly off the table
Land on the ground
Begin an adventure
That only crumbled words can
Rolling out into
Toiaywahds
Shifting
Changing
Fitting
Into what it means
What do I say
The crumbled words representing
Things you would never dare admit
imssoiuy
liveoouy
Unscrambling
Rearranging
Letting themselves free
I miss you
I love you
Brushing those haunting
Impacting, changing words away
Keeping yourself
Alone
Safe
lonely
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
How do you shake that
which thrives on being crumbled?
It's simple - you don't.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
**Oh how you crumbled my defences.
Oh how my walls fell in defeat**.
***The damage was displayed
in the rubble at my feet.***
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
my reality has
crumbled
and
now there is
nothing
and
i have
nothing
to
lose
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
I wrote a poem for her today.... No no no, thats no good way to start it.
"You are my heart beat and i couldn't live without it." Nope thats no good either.
I just want to please her.. Even my best attempt to meet her wouldn't be enough to see her. I crumbled it up and threw it away, I erased it all, all the words I couldn't say.
Maybe writing a poem would be the way. A crumbled up piece of paper, and all that is left on it to say "I wrote you a poem today"
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC