#mending
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
It was beneath the moon, when my heart did grieve,
From the passing of my lover, Ingrid.
By a villa, near an ancient oak tree,
In my heart her memory lives—forever free.
I was loved by her, and she by me,
Beneath that villa and the oak’s decree.
Our hearts entwined—like roots strong and deep,
A love more than love, in sweet wild sleep.
As the new moon rose, a new star aligned,
A gentle flame woke the heart she resigned.
A golden light led me through the shadows of the past,
To a mended heart, free from the sorrow that did last.
Even the seraphim in heaven know,
In my heart her memory is cherished—forever aglow.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:48 AM UTC
It seemed like old times again we talked and let our hearts mend Just to have time with you was what I needed from you Every time that I've decided to throw my hands up, you do you you turn around and you surprise me with your kindness that I miss deeply That tiny hug before you left reminded me not to give up on you yet I wish we could go back to a relationship between me and you
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
Put me together again
Every day
Pick me up
Sew my skin in place
Glue my eyes back in
Piece my jagged bones together
Mend my raw pink guts
Fuse my stiffened lungs
Patch my splintered heart
Until I am worthy in your eyes
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 5:36 PM UTC
Women can be men
Men can be women
People can be people
We didn’t write the feeling...
Stars can be supernovas
Meaning can be mending
And paintings can bend
And walls can return...
And shapes of architecture become earth
Lovers can be lovers
Leavers can believe us
Lights, camera, action, order, disorder
Dysphoria, euphoria
Academia, abracadabra
The moon, *** sun and laughter
Instantaneousness
Osmosis
Fear, friction, distance, pure bliss
Bubble toting aqua world
Top this...
Freedom, collaboration
Emancipation, cognification
Celebration...
Millenniums of us saving, changing...
What we actually are eventually...
One surging sway of soul-light soldered angels
Morphing from an oceanic abyss…
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC
Tinkering hands
Lead to restless minds,
Always seeking
What they might find,
In systems running
Perfectly well,
Please, act with caution,
Results may repel.
Leave alone what
Smoothly flows;
If working gears
Continue to go,
For in the quest
To meddle away,
We sometimes cause
More disarray.
Wisdom lies
In knowing when
To step aside,
To leave again.
For changes made
Without true need
Can plant dysfunctions
Stubborn seed.
If it works,
Then let it be,
Sometimes that's
The wisest plea!
Not all that’s old
Needs to be renewed;
Leave it alone
To see itself through.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
improbably divine, it happened still.
reborn, rebuilt, rebroken and rejoined,
like grass that grows across the asphalt scars,
some different kind of me with changing will.
adapting. morphed. you know, sometimes,
the thing what hurts you so, so much
can turn into a blessing in disguise.
or so I hope.
took out the glass shards from my feet,
then stepped one time, ignoring pains,
covered the road with my blood stains.
it hurts, but so important still. and so,
I'm ready now to step again
and re-discover
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
And we frolicked with our arms entangled
under the stunning gleam of the moonlight.
With the diamond waterfalls as witness,
dreamy as the rainbow,
cascading solace in our thoughts.
We’re out of the gushing downpour.
though we still hear and feel the water.
Exalting how we climbed
the higher and steeper trail
with dangerous cliffs in thousands,
we continued to hold hands.
With even a tiny bit of love but a ton of hope,
we eradicated fear
and let the light come through.
Merging us again into one!
Reshaping,
transforming,
mending,
stitching every hidden torn and burn.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
I received a message yesterday,
from an unexpected sender.
Someone I had not spoken to in years.
The last we spoke was in high school.
At the time,
I was dating a guy who loved to manipulate and lie,
and she was falling for him as our friendship grew.
We had a falling out,
after they both broke my heart,
and for so long I held so much anger for her.
I no longer trusted friends,
and I was insecure about everything.
I had never known such deceit.
But after we all parted ways,
I began to reflect on it all.
A part of me felt sorry for her.
She fell for him the same way I did.
How could I hate her for that?
The last thing I expected was an apology.
Especially after the bitter words we shared before.
She explained how awful she still felt,
and how she just wanted forgiveness.
It was a strange feeling to put something from the past to rest,
because so much happen that I never got closure for.
I had already decided I never would get closure for any of it.
I'm so glad I was wrong.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
So much time and space
for the things
that have been smothered
and forgotten.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Broken hearts and cups
Although they can be mended
The cracks are still there
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
what you leave when you’ve left (mending the tormenting silence^)
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your words rock me, like an old time preacher,
mending, begetting, tormenting,
fire and brimstone you sinner,
if I don’t quit this life of loving words, saloon music,
guitar picking in low down dives,
liquoring and sinning,
choosing to choose poorly,
never and always thinking about the songs
you’ve left behind unplayed, pained
got the sun and the rain and all afternoon,
to contemplating leavings,
the crumbs you let drop,
the missteps took and missed,
drank too much, hurt too hard,
the silence of my history, it’s renting,
unrelenting, tormenting, lamenting and such,
those loves, labors that don’t amounted much,
a slow rush to fall, to count it all
you say, always time to mend what life
has rent, if you spend the time thinking,
‘bout what you gained, what you lost,
the net of both added and subtracted,
what you got, what you gave,
the sum of your begat,
a life’s story, to tell,
of life’s misgiving, unforced errors, and
crimes committed only you know
not sure what the total bill due gonna be,
combining the costs of the here,
the now, what was and wasn’t,
what was said, not believing but yet singing,
so when the check comes,
the summation of your life’s calculations,
get to add on a tip, a good-as-gold saying
it’s time that can mend, but knowing the true costs of time,
maybe, maybe not...
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let them reap what you have sown,
for the great designer will surely inquire
what everybody knows is the forecast standard to be met,
it is not what, how much you got, but what you begat, when,
you’ve left
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
Not Elves, Exactly
by Michael R. Burch
(after Robert Frost's "Mending Wall")
Something there is that likes a wall,
that likes it spiked and likes it tall,
that likes its pikes’ sharp rows of teeth
and doesn’t mind its victims’ grief
(wherever they come from, far or wide)
as long as they fall on the other side.
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
Chest full to the brim
Waterfalls spill over
You pick up the piece
There falls another
While bending to help
I see scissors on my lover
Laid in his hands
The blood provides cover
You cut out a piece
There falls another
With tired eyes
I look to you and say
"Thanks for putting me back together".
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
your heart's been broken too many times
but i could be the one to make this right
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
My love,
You are like an isolated ray of sunlight, beaming down upon the earth, and bouncing back up again; gliding across the universe.
Boundless and open, free of gravity and restriction. You are unconditional, as giving as the light of stars in between the vastness of black; dripping down onto the planets, giving them life.
Soon you shall be immortalized with the furthest reaching stars of space.
You’re gravity will pull all loose connections together, as you pulled mine.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
I've never done much more than ask
If you were sculpted from glass
I have asked if you're cracking
I have asked if you're chipped
Knowing that scratch was from where you tripped
Words are all I have
Words are all that I can use
That's why that question is what I always abuse
Are you okay?
Are you alright?
I wish I could be by your side this night
I don't have much left to give
I was dropped myself
The shattered mug that fell from the shelf
I cannot relate
My tears are not the same
I do not know how to remove your pain
You were intent on fixing me
You can't repair damage so archaic
That's why I'm now a beautiful mosaic
My shattered pieces were picked up
And smooth glass from the sea
That's why my mosaic is a different me
I have been broken and that's fine, but
You can't go on faking
Now that you're so close to breaking
I cannot mend you either
It could not be done with my mug
There's only so much to be done with a hug
I wish I could do more
I offer you only my words
My love is more pricey and ultimately hurts
So that's why I've never done more than ask
If you're okay to be made from glass
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
she will never blend in with the crowds
they plant golden thorns on her as a crown
a sign of mending hearts and broken trust
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC