#smithereens
the night is dark and cold,
only the neon moon exists up above,
it was heavy, a goodbye was told
my heart cracks up and bleeds with love
I pray to heavens for these smithereens,
I am young and I don't long for what could have been's,
I may hit rock bottom but I will preen
these smithereens of an old soul,
so that when the right man who is unforeseen,
arrives to hold my preened heart made whole.
IA
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
He couldn’t understand that my heart was already shattered,
and no matter how much he tried to glue the parts together with sticky words,
tiny bits out of his sight went missing,
scattered on the dusty floor of habit and weariness.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
We were all connected
In a very real sense
The universe packed
So infinitely dense
Then instantly exploding
Bursting at the seams
Singularity in harmony
Blown to smithereens
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
Painted glass windows, sequined tapestries
Rainbow coloured dreams drowned, in
Monochrome miseries.
The women wait and weep, a phalanx overcome by grief
Squinting through their candle-light visions,
Understood by misunderstood legions.
Fastigium Ataxia,
She cries in pain,
Rotating consciousness through the colourless rain.
A patina of grief wailed above the room as
The woman let out her final cry,
A martyr in their eyes.
Skinship visible through lonely cracks in subfusc walls
The infamous neighborhood remained vacant that night
The family lost a member that night.
A paegn concerto,
(Someone lost a shoe)
The women hung their heads in grief
(Somewhere bloomed a new leaf).
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC