#mend
when people see a person hurting
they seldom try to ease their pain
they make jeering remarks
and take their own digs and hits
for no one notices
if a bleeding person coughs up blood
those silent souls, drift alone in the dark.
if only hearts could learn to mend,
hold the broken, be the friend.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
To be able to talk to
And through
This paper with a pen
Has been
A god send
Not letting me break,
But letting me bend
Allowing me to mend,
Both my mangled heart and broken spirit,
Like a good friend
©2024
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
A porcelain doll
Shatters when she hits the floor
Only shards are left
So she mends herself again,
Again, again, and again.
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
It happens with all the holes and wounds: they grow their own face, mend their gaps, heal their rifts — those new skills of yours are but entities that emerge: to grant shelter, to stand guard, replace the old, thicken the crust, weather this human storm — through and through.
But will the skin ever return to its soil? It linger on forevermore. How tight its grip? How hardened its sappy brooks? When will it nourish those delicate roots anew?
These thoughts arise as doubt breaks free. It pours and flows as I gaze down and lower still. Shadows seep and leak as the wheel spins and drills the soul evermore hollow. Anonymous is our tree of life, but it keeps faces in store.
For it happens with all the holes and wounds: they bleed, they mend, they heal — and what don't they do as I stand here, as I bend, as I kneel — as I carve these seats in shapes of departure. Those skills thicken under my feet like growling tremors.
My past was but a dream — and I'm ready to slide like a crumbling leaf. My weariness is universal. My knowledge heavy. There cannot be a conclusion. I am growing thin.
Let me feed those roots anew.
Through and through.
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 2:30 PM UTC
Your journey has come to an end
Mourning for a soul no longer here
Love slowly will help wounds mend
In heart presence will never disappear
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 5:45 PM UTC
I will mend my broken soul
Using heartstrings
And gentle hands
To fasten it together
I will patch myself up
Sewing lovely words
Over lonely thoughts,
I will fill in the cracks
Where the light leaks out
And the cold seeps in
This house will be
A home someday
I will mend my broken soul
©KNL
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 7:28 PM UTC
how many men die
before the final battle
more than are needed
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
There is a ribbon
bound around
my heart
with a bow, so
you know
holding every part
you
thought it was
a gift I brought
to unwrap
and you did
without thought
and that was
that
and that there
was where
it all fell apart
at the seam with ease
at every cut
and part
so please
if you’re so keen
to untie a heart
warn of your touch
and how
clutching ribbon
could hurt
so much
If only
I’d been told
from the start
I’d have used
my mind
to take hold
my heart
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC
Obsessive helper
Looking for the broken things
Mending them with tears
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC
How silly the notion that he could ever hold and mend the cracks that chipped so deeply they created craters and voids as deep as black holes.
how silly indeed.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 3:44 PM UTC
If I should be melted down
You shall forever be what cools me.
If I should ever be completely mutilated
you are what mends me.
throughout the amount of time that I've pieced myself together
tore myself down,
then back up
around, through the loops, under the bridges,
I've grown tired of trying to figure out where I go.
I want you to tell me.
I, flimsy wax, will mold as you wish,
I, roadkill, will be the source of necromancy,
if you shall wish it.
I'm tired of faking as if I know what I am,
I KNOW NOTHING
except.
that I want to be as you want me to be.
So if I were to be bloodied and bruised
I'll allow you to be the reason, or if you'd rather
you can be justice.
If I should be sad,
you will always be my smile.
because I constantly make this
choice, apparently,
of loving you.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
I layed myself out bare,
bracing for the sting of another open wound.
You only came with tools to mend,
a needle and thread.
With gentle hands,
you stiched together every hole in my heart with love.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...
Doesn't it seem to be the end?
Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...
And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...
For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
If the clouds seem darker today
And the sun is hard to find
Try to look on the brighter side
And keep your purpose in mind
Though the storms and trials come
The darkness will one day end
Keep your eye on the brighter side
So your wounds will quickly mend
The brighter side will yet reveal
When you open yourself to see
A view and message full of hope
Shed the darkness - And be free
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Soon is the time to take a break
The body aches as high
energy starts to dissipate
This vacuum burns quick without a wick
For your sake vacate to an empty space
Absorb, recharge and wait
Before shadows turn to creep in place
Dedicate some wealth to yourself
Cleanse and replenish vital health
Prioritise the time ahead
This is not the start nor end
Regenerate in wake
More work to come in a second phase
There is only so far one can bend
Patterns formed from social habits
No linear trends
A new way of living is needed to mend
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
Forgiveness
It is not simple
It cannot be given
So simply
Without the intent
The mind won't rest
Till the end
But forgiveness
Gives the freedom
To move on.
Forgiveness
Is freeing,
It is the peace,
It is so much more.
It is a step taken
To move ahead,
Leave behind
The history
In the past.
Forgiveness
It is the best gift
Given and received,
It can be the beginning,
it is the end of bitterness.
It is just like a necessity
To be a human
Who makes mistakes
live with harmony.
Forgiveness,
I give to thee free
To free me from the chains
Of the ill thoughts
I conceive in head
time to time, again and again
To not loathe the trust
I placed in you.
Forgiveness,
It is a process
To forgive myself
As I forgive you,
I give myself another chance
To believe the best
In you and in me.
Forgiveness,
Let's mend it.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
I have never written about you
The bond we share,
The chance to be one, which I blew.
You mend us and tried to clear the air,
But I already accepted the fall which I knew.
I am responsible for every tear, I swear.
You were right and always true.
I regret but, to accept this in past, I scare.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
i have nothing left to lose
and so much more to gain
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC