#repairing
There came a point,
Where he no longer feared.
The endless stream of violence,
They faced him with.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
you are everything
you are everything good
and sweet
you are everything i deserved
but not anymore.
i am not what you deserve
you deserve more
than a damaged girl
that can’t quite
get over
a boy that has tried
to destroy her
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
Holding a pen in hand, preparing pitch-black ink for a blank paper,
I begin with gentle, delicate movements, letting it slide over it.
One line follows another, one without any bother, any care to it.
A regular starshaped polygon, surrounded by a simple circle has been made, one which holds meaning to it, hidden underneath ink.
Some might gaze at it as a sign of a greater evil, heresy or worse,
Others might watch it in awe, a sign of protection a symbol of hope.
A maze with two ends has been made, each with its own belief.
However, my tired eyes, which have been worn, gaze at it and see beauty, the connection of each line contains grace, closed by the circle.
Thus a smile has been cast on my face, as I look at it another time,
Noticing how the black ink has taken the papers purity my cheering sight perishes, saddens in an instant, what I had drawn had become unrecognizable, as the paper spread the ink and distorted this image.
The broken in the light, moist and now fragile, drops through, in wonderous, ominous distraction, leaving a great hole in the middle.
Unable to be ever repaired the paper finds its trail into the trash,
A puddle left of what it was, mixed with the pitch black, had to be cleaned up, so that another attempt could be made, another try.
So I pick up my pen once again and connect the lines with a smile.
~ Umi
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
...
..
.
she waded
she waded
in
me
tick
tock
on my
sences
alarm clock tension
we have awoken dragons
just to piper them back
to
me
flutes notes cling to my lips
as i blow to whisper
thunder is
once
again
arroused
lightning has no choice
but to keep the sound from me
yes yes yes we scream
chaos erupts
into
the
streets
here
am
i
playing to the multitude
an sway takes over
gravity has
one
option
but me loose
looking down now
clouds are below me
this tropical paradise
of
mine
dance
with me
dance
me
faded
she waded
?
...
..
.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
Oh
how we try
with feeble hands
to keep everything
our broken minds
from falling apart
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
It was never my intention to leave you standing outside.
I never heard a knock on the door, an unintentional contradiction of the welcome mat beneath anxious feet.
Though small, the hall extends to a larger room. Surrounded by two more rooms across from each other. Fair in size.
Prints of bare feet seep through thin socks;
The sharpness of your gaze. Cluttered in thought.
Remnants of the last place you stood.
Admiring now replaced siding.
The last time your back pressed against the side of the house, broken promises chipped off.
Weathered.
Nails pulled out and replaced with screws. An extra layer of tar paper.
You promised you'd return but never came back,
The decor of your essence repainted with a light tan, border still to be sanded down and nailed against fresh paint.
Moving from the room at the end of the hall,
Walking toward the front door then forgetting what I was going to do
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
It is not so for those who's hearts are broken, to love.
Yet we find their seeking of a bandage.
They grasp our sticking and we repair the broken pieces.
Where there they love.
Where There they love.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC