#repaired
By The Drifter From Heaven
A bended knee beneath a crown of light,
My head is bowed in its kingly delight,
My soul is nourished in its royal feast,
And in each serving a chance of release,
The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view,
The broken fissures are now born anew.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
Broken is renewed
Honored for its damages
Better than before
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Into his heart she wished to peer
To glimpse a shade of his crippling fear.
These feelings she claimed as just a murmur to sense
Of deep loss, unknown sadness, and loneliness.
From where he came baggage weighed him down
To where she found him toiling around.
Listing and rolling on an open sea
A broken man he was, so sure was she.
A place to pile pity, sadness, and sorrow high
To fill a hole in her own mind's eye.
A project, a task, a falcon with clipped wing;
Perfect - for a broken man can only be a summer fling.
A date written in sand to bring the curtain down
Leaves nothing to invest; nothing to lose in a waning town.
Help she will not, 'tis not her place
For when summer sets - off to another race.
What does one do when magnificent marble cracks to its core?
Take on the mantle of repair as their chivalrous chore?
For when one finds a thing more broken than they
Pious self-righteousness illuminates their way.
Always the better a thing that is broken
For it leaves that which lies beneath always unknown.
Talents and treasures in a life yet to live
Are the things that a broken man has yet to give.
For broken is mended through time and reflection
And then is when she might make a connection.
Yet a connect is impossible when hubris abounds
For painted already is a picture that confounds.
Perception turns to reality as mud turns to stone;
A broken man always is as she chooses to be shone.
Just as a broken plate, glass, or jar are easily discarded
A broken man is one who is also easily departed.
As fracture turns to crack and crack turns to decay
That which is broken knows only one of two ways.
To stay broken forever discarded as dust
Or to mend, heal, and repair the broken man must.
As the swift needle of time sews shut his ripped heart
The broken man realizes in this play he still has a part.
Realization that his role does not intertwine with her
Sets the broken man looking for what can only be a cure.
With grout, cement, and epoxy he sets to piece himself together
The broken man works diligently to fill in each fissure.
And as his new form takes shape he can confidently say
A broken man is not forever - only a detour off life's highway.
Lost in that summer was opportunity for more.
Voices and laughter fading with no encore.
A sadness swells in the throat behind the tongue
A song left to sing, but no song is sung.
The broken man mended whole once again,
He'll always look fondly where whence he has been.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
A broken thing often is hidden, discarded, replaced.
People, we reset, repair, rebuild seemingly we're refaced.
I see beauty in these broken things, see them repaired.
Because every dent, scratch, or Nick reminds us of our bond and the times we have shared.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
I never knew
I was broken
till she fixed me
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
**My ally, where thou heart had laid on broken glass?
To thee I gave precious memories, blissfulness and unforgiving pleasures.
O' how I begged, I have surrendered to thee for the sparks of beautiful fruits I yearned for to be embedded in me.
With magic in your eyes, you've enchanted me.
My sorcerer, you came with dusty face, torn cloth wrapped around sharpen waist, you defended me.
To you I brought forth my love, placed demented soul in thy hands for thee to heal.
Ravishing, I walked boldly towards you, because my backbone you are. Thou stood firmly as a prayer to my needs in which thou, my ally fulfilled.
The apple of my eyes, the seed planted in my soul, fire that fought within me that only I know of. We were flesh within flesh, the blood that flows through my veins, the crick in my bones where sweet Juices had flown.
You were that aura that gave me peace, breaking me down like a deadly desease. "Ashtor" abondon... But you appeared spiritually directing me.
My sweet ally, where thou heart had laid on broken glasses?
I'll be there, stained on you like a scar.
-Shantel Broderick
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
Like a statue I stand,
I cannot be broken.
Sharp as a blade,
I have not misspoken.
I'm already there,
All desire awoken.
Quick as lightning,
Furry bright and smok'n.
One step ahead,
I'm the whole **** ocean.
I'll get in your head babe,
So let that **** soak in.
Sweats like a boss,
That's why I get chosen.
I am the machine,
Don't need your **** token.
Confident words,
Each one that I've spoken,
Fierce as a lioness,
I can't be heartbroken.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
You won't see me
jumping out of planes
blindfolded, and running
from the bulls, in Spain
Shooting down the slopes
on snowboard, or skis
doing an idiot prank
on you-tube, or TV
Falling in a steeple chase
on my face or back
I know, it's just a race
coordination, that I lack
No, no visages of dares
stunts or horrid episodes
not a sideshow at the fair
or water drunk, in Mexico
I'm pretty staid
not taking any chance
neutered and not spayed
but loving, the romance :D
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
I put my trust in an already
broken vase and
handed it to you.
I said, "If this cracks
even a little bit,
my trust will ooze out
and the shard that splits
is a piece of my heart
that ran away again."
It's taken me so long
to find that piece
and convince it to
fit back where it was supposed to.
But it always struggle to accept.
This is where I urge you
to not drop me.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
My heart shattered
the pieces all broken and scattered
on the floor it lays
one day hoping to be repaired and find a way
No one cares
Once again I'll be left in the dark alone with my tears
But its okay I'll be fine
I was always the problem and the blame is mine
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Everything has a beginning
Everything has an end
But not everything is forgiving
And not everything can mend
A broken heart…
Something’s are broken
Full of despair
But few that are broken
With love
Can be repaired
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
You came into my life
when I was at my lowest.
Making me smile and forgetting
all the bad in my world.
You gave me hope
for better days to come.
Lifting my spirit
while repairing what he turned to rubble.
Your love saved me from myself..
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC