#smashed
I still wear her shawl
hand knitted
gravel-toned
not an item
I'd buy in a shop
but it's so Mrs. Saks
lamb soft
under many layers
of crusty chill
she'd have it on
standing all of
five feet tall
hands on her hips
peering sharply
down her steep drive
her wooden hut
buried in rambling thorns
of isolation
I'd ask about her life
in the old country
for her as if yesterday
in broken English
she'd tell of the scenes
that bitter day
I'd make notes
to write that essay
so people see
her checklist
sharp as martensite
toughened steel
of mountain fire
fathers and sons
picked off
mothers' wails
silenced
made to look
their babies smashed
screaming in shallow soil
as soldiers laughed
hyenas glibly stealing
a people's jewels
not seeing
the core
lived on
still
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
Though we wish,
can we ever find our
prince charming..
A shoe may fit, but is it comfortable.
And our happy ever after is but a moment,
of chemical imbalances before we realise.
That we should have smashed
the happy ever after.
As glass always cuts deep
it only takes time.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
I always used to say you broke me
as a metaphor
in my poetry
but now that I’m thinking about it
you actually did…
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
Stepped on, squandered, smashed.
Thrown, trampled, trashed.
Everyone passing you by,
Not wanting to look you in the eye.
They think you're ugly,
Glancing at you smugly.
What they don't know,
Is that you bestow
A beauty they can't even comprehend.
For I think you set a trend.
A trend of great love and beauty,
Who's splattered cement still smells fruity.
They'll never know you like I do,
So let's bid them all Adieu.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
Blubber
Sometimes I get tired
Of all the blubber
The grinding of systems
The metal to the rubber
The pushing of points
The singing to the choir
Pickaxe in place of featherc
Look there's a bird upon the wire
Maybe potions going dry
No thank you please
And fingers going all stiff
While here awaits the feast
And vases laying all smashed
Words sitting there all torn
Lets gather the broken scraps
Rearrange them and be reborn
Maybe it's me and only me
Closing an old and tattered page
Maybe I've overstayed my welcome
On an old and creaky stage
Ah the sticks an stones are smiling now
The crows I think they've left
But the cinders upon ash
Still burn bright upon this hearth
Out into the clearing
See it twinkling up ahead
An inkling of some something
Some of us have thought of and said
Merlin's done it agian
Con-Ed's shut down
Tesla's come into power
And White Bear gets his crown
Oh
And
George Carlin is pope
Shakespeare is president
They both know the ropes
And you what ya think?
Wink, wink
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Betrayal.
That's where it began.
I felt my womb retract deep within my being.
There was a tie between this and my heart, although broken, this I knew.
My heart became overcome with pain, fear, disbelief.
I felt it stop repeatedly.
Beats irregular.
Stunted.
Deafening.
Crumbling into a heap on the grass I cradled my womb as I rocked back and forth, hoping this may stop the pain and retching occurring from within.
Time and space became distorted.
Sound too.
Everything within was shattered.
My spirit was broken.
My skin crawling with terror at the mere fact of my deepest fears now occurring before my eyes.
My physical being attempted to expel the trauma through emesis.
Wailing as an attempt to free the terminal despair.
This was unsuccessful.
I have never felt my eyes flow so extensively in such a small amount of time.
No matter what I done, I was left in a torturous state of hysteria.
How could he rip my heart, womb, soul and trust apart.
Everything I gave.
Everything he said.
Everything we made.
Gone.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
Chapped lips carry a searing burn
in memory of your scalding kisses
So thus they ache and yearn
throbbing in agonizing reminiscence
As we sought the key that might unstuck
the hallowed steel floodgates of our innocence
We found instead a stroke of bittersweet luck
in respect, I vowed to resist my own appetence
I meet you here in the overgrown tangle of garden
that once nurtured what I let fall to waste
Under the pale moonlight laden in pardon
that I beg from you as I crave another taste
Smashing my precious memories
shattering my gears
Now I beg mercy of my former self
as she caves to icy fears.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
I was like
a flaming Tyre
hurtling
down a mountain:
when it hit a rock
bounced up
smashed back down
splashed
burning blobs
on everyone
...then
kept going
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
It's strange how creative
We become when our hearts
Have been broken;
Splintered and smashed open,
Blood spilling and slowly
Becoming ink.
Spreading across the page
And telling it's story.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC
I knew.
I knew it from the second she opened her door, her boots in my hand, not even knowing who she was.
I knew I was in love. I knew she was in love.
Both scared to admit it, but we were.
I knew we wouldn't last.
She would have to be the one to end it.
She was going to have to break my heart.
And it couldn't be a clean break.
No, no that wouldn't work.
My love was too strong.
I was prepared to put up a fight.
I knew she was going to have to smash it, burn it, then forget it in the rain.
And even then, I'd still want her.
I knew I would.
There was nothing she could do to make the pain stronger than the love.
I knew there was no end.
Right when she opened the door.
I knew.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I stand stapled to the ground
A statue of time and depth
Views of my past wonder by
Stained by the sadness of the world
Rust colored tears smear my eyes
Cracked fissures weaken my legs
I see no wonders around me
Sway me forward by the gust
Smashed face on the pavement
A statue of me
Broken and forgotten
Pieces scattered
Only twenty one years
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
my face smashed against the concrete
when you kicked me from your
life; i'm still picking jagged stones
from the spaces between my
teeth. because of this,
i don't smile
anymore.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC