#shrapnel
Pieces of shrapnel
It drifts on by,
Invisible to your naked eye.
It solicits no hand,
No beckon to the why.
It offers no reason,
No mark to signify.
Pieces of shrapnel
Just searching
for its place,
Scouring the wide eyes—
The hopeless,
The grace.
To know its name
Is to give it a face.
These pieces of shrapnel
Have found its place.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC
#*you know that I’m badly drawn
using words and lingerie for clothes
I'm shrapnel herself
a sharing other
a changing Rapunzel
untwisting anything I use
stream me through empty people
by tenfold—and all ablaze back to you*#
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Once upon a time
The man I trusted lied
Hair clad in blue dye
'Twas the night my soul died
He took my body and ran
Overwhelmed me with his span
Legs and mouth open wide
'Twas the night my soul died
Now it's almost been a year
I thought I'd overcome the fear
Yet when I wake I fear his smile
Getting my soul back will take a while
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
bodies for my shrapnel
lay limp on the street
like dogs in the summer time.
i will bring my storm to you.
have faith in my punch,
believe it.
but don’t you trust
a survivor.
they wouldnt know
how to leave a city in wake.
they wouldnt know not to
pull the knife out.
i am a hurricane with skin
and i will
rip your house in half
if i have time to catch a glimpse.
you can pack your bags
and flee but
i dont stay gone.
i live on forever,
i dont die easy.
the toll will raise.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Not even all the love in the world could stitch you back together the very same way again. I know that now. I know.
And maybe someday he will see it that way too.
Maybe someday he will see that we are all fighting our own personal battles, and sometimes those battles don't fit well together.
Sometimes our battles put together just create a whole new war.
Sometimes those wars aren't worth putting your boots back on for.
And sometimes it's the hardest thing, taking off your armor and giving up when you've been so used to constant day to day war cries and shrapnel.
To let chaos consume you, to wait for it to pass over, is paralyzing.
But all I know is you are tired, and you are too beautiful and wild to be kept down for long.
All I know is I want you to find your calm after the storm.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
A bombs gotta explode someone, sweetie
Otherwise it could be dangerous in the wrong hands
Move away before it burns the skin
And kills your organs
Move further,
You don't want to be hit by shrapnel
Even that's dangerous you know?
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
Each piece wedged in deep,
deep in the soul.
Proposals and births,
deaths and break-ups.
Each explosion causes shrapnel.
Little shards of experiences.
Bad and good,
all in us, making us.
N. Hedges
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
The trouble in life,
the trouble in love,
isn't always that you're the **** -
sometimes,
you're the innocent bystander
that gets injured
when the chaos in the lives of others finally explodes
and you're injured by the shrapnel!
sometimes mortally,
sometimes bad enough
to carve gashes in your soul
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC