#eggshells
Do you know how hard
it is to pick up broken
eggshells scattered?
They shatter smaller and further
making picking up the pieces
painstakingly difficult;
fragile matter.
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
they crunch under my feet
because however hard i try,
i will never keep them in tact
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:57 PM UTC
Empty beer cans punctuate our union now
They are real but their metaphor mocks me
I don’t remember when I started
Counting them full
Counting them empty
Every night
counting them has become
my obsession
Each full can a warning
Each empty can like a stone on a plumb line
Weighting my heart
Dragging it spiralling down
Every night it sinks
Plummeting until it nestles with the eggshells scattered on my floors
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
she's in my mind
only, ever
in my mind. i am
a beast drinking blood
in cold shadows. she's on the stairs towards the gods with gold-flake mirrors on fire.
i can't be soothed by their plasma flesh pixels anymore.
i can't be soothed by their carbon copies.
i will soon be below their real for good.
in need no more of the soft same semblance displayed on the shelves.
i swim in deep pools collecting aloneness on high. the
romantic disaster laughter is muted. these days i can't
help but feel, every now and then,
that death
is
a great kindness
in disguise, but
not in the
way you
think.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
i hope you drown in those eggshells
you had to walk on.
mope after your fake crown, you fell,
what a shock, withdrawn
and when you're done, beg in hell
for a key to a lock gone.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
your name is a trigger
for being wanted,
but not loved all the way through.
for being mirror that only reflects the good in you when you feel bad, sad or lonely.
your face triggers seeing myself walking on eggshells
and keeping one foot out the door in love.
your hands are a trigger for being held not tight enough and not nearly long enough.
your existence is a trigger of unrequited love that won’t stop
or fall apart like it should.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
I used to gaze at the clouds all day long
I used to love to dance in the rain
I used to love the sunshine on my skin
now I never go outside
I just watch as passion seeps from my life
I used to walk on eggshells for you
I never let them crack or make a sound
I used to stand on a pedestal with you
despite my fear of heights
but what did you ever sacrifice for me?
I'm not the same as I once was
the smiles that I wore
have all gone out of season and expired
but out of all the things that I have loved and lost
you are the one goodbye I don't regret
Keep your pedestal
I'm building myself a shrine
A person like me
Was meant to be worshipped
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
Skills we don't teach:
How to articulate
disappointment
to someone you love,
at their weakest state.
In an empowering way;
positively.
Negating the overwhelming
negativity
you feel inside.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
such a heavy load you have there
that chip sitting on your shoulder
why not just let it go
let it go before it's a boulder
thicken up your skin a bit
don't jump so quick to defense
nobody's out to get you
you don't have to be so intense
I hate walking on eggshells
I really don't want them to crack
so remove all those shells, brush off the chip
and cut everybody some slack!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Our friendship is still fragile
Treat it like glass
I am still a little scared
Doubt loves to harass
There is a piece missing
Easy to overlook
It is hard to say
Which one you took
My heart feels
Like it is gonna bust
The most important thing is broken;
Our eggshell thin trust
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
The first of any month
is strange like
the peeling of a
hard boiled egg
where the sharp shards
if shell get all
stuck up
in cold fingernails
and the rubbery white
sphere of molded egg
jiggles and slips
plopping hard
on the white tiled floor
but it never breaks
just keeps it's shape
staying whole and
rolling off past the kitchen
and onto the warm
living room rug
where it stays
stuck and melting
becoming one with
the ruby red color
like a round white eye
glaring up at the world
unable to blink.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Will my feet ever touch solid ground?
Or will I be walking on eggshells
For the rest of my life.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
tiptoes on eggshells:
whispers instead of screams.
being with you is more
enchanting than
living my wildest dreams.
sweeter than taffy and
chocolate chips, I find
myself falling for the
words that pour out
your lips.
borderline crazy
and jump off a cliff
reckless,
yet you have me
latched on tighter
than some kind of
leather choker necklace.
3,000 miles per hour-
you're coming at fast
speed, but I'm too in
awe to run away from
the buffalo stampede.
this may be nothing,
or it may be everything.
I only know that I look
forward to what
you can or cannot bring.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
"Walk my eggshells?" I drool like a dog,
something you're eager to **** with
and dispose of.
I should walk your eggshells
like a minefield in first
world countries?
Mold on your fruits of love or labor,
yet I eat like ******* swine,
aftermath; no hope or sense of self,
**** my sense of identity senseless,
since September still yet towards
another fake continent or mass
of fictional places.
Stuffed back into a box and strangled,
slept next to the coffin he was buried in.
Didn't find it poignant until eight
weeks later washing dishes
for a Latverian dictator.
Google took the teeth out of the search,
and the hand that fed was gummed.
You love the rain till you're stuck in it.
You love escape till you have no home.
You love what you can abuse
and still take home;
Violet on your skin,
Violet on my mind,
Violet for a dream,
Violet for a name,
Violet in my blood,
Violet on my toes,
Violet as a drug,
Violet as an insect
you eat in private,
Violet as violet as violet
as a tautology,
or addictive prescription.
Once I had the leash on you,
now the sores have come back,
my knees and palms make
sick *********** with earth
I cough.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC