Marty

Jun 2018

She Writes

Your love is like spilled ink
My heart is like paper
The more I try to wipe you away
The more you spread
Infecting every inch of me
I try to erase you
Only to tear myself in the process
The harder I try
The more I fall apart
Until there is nothing left
But tattered pieces
Of ink and useless paper

#ink #useless #heart #sad #paper #love #hurt #break

Jun 2018

She Writes

She writes so for one brief moment
Someone somewhere understands
And in that moment
Neither the reader or the poet
Are alone and misunderstood

#poet #write #writer #read #alone #misunderstood #lonely

Jun 2018

She Writes

I Raise My Pen

Do not misinterpret my silence
As an absence of fortitude
I choose to raise my pen
Instead of my voice
Your spoken words
Will fade with time
My words will remain
Ink stained imprints on your mind
Long after I’m forgotten

#poetry #poet #write #ink #mind #forgotten #silence #fortitude

Marty Jun 2018

Written in stone

On a hot summers day,
Happiness refused to play.
I sat alone in the dark.
Remnants of love left its mark.

As from the shadows I gazed,
The lonely heart was left amazed.
Tear soaked knees struggled with the name.
Why did he have to leave the game?

I screamed and I cried,
Once again it felt like I died.
Please! hold me! Dont leave me here!
As my reddened eyes shed a tear.

Written in stone, memories of yesteryear.
Unanswered questions forgotten in tears.
Trodden paths wallowed in the grass.
Memories forgotten as times pass.

How many days should the soul torment?
As the agony continues to ferment.
As one after the other they come by.
Screams are silenced with a gentle sigh.

As before, I reached out my arms.
But, no one saw any harm.
Each name I screamed intently
From my company they parted innocently

Breathe still filled my rotten lung
Even though the final bell had been rung.
Please do not leave, for the air becomes so sour
shortly after the visiting hour.

Marty May 2018

Transformation

People have a habit of becoming what you encourage them to be, not what you may want them to be.

Just a quote that ate my brain for a while. Though i would share it to confuse everyone as it did me.

May 2018

Diary Of A Broken Heart

All I Want...

All I want is for the right man to enter my life that's supposed to be there.

In my dreams..
I picture him having rough strong hands that are lined with experience.
I picture him running his hands softly across my damaged past,
Lingering over the shattered places within my heart.
Kissing me so deeply, engulfed in unspeakable passion erasing every ounce of doubt that arises.
I picture him grabbing my hand, standing tall beside me, at the most crucial times, when others have left me...
I picture him saying...
"I love you."
I picture me believing it because the truth will be in his eyes.
And when he says,
"I'll never let you battle anything ever again alone."
It'll be in this small moment of pure bliss,
That...
I picture myself thanking God,
Because he turned a tiny dream of mine into a reality.

#wish #truelove #dream #relationships #god

Marty May 2018

Hidden Treasure

Screams of steel,
Parting the night air
Like a ghost ship
And the mornings fog.

Dead man's gold,
Buried below,
Hidden, a waiting
The razors bounty

Blood shed,
Arms holding the hope
One more passionate cut
And the treasures home.

Dig, for the course,
Shall show the light,
The lighted path
As the blood flows

Love is forgotten,
As the blade makes its home
Deeper and deeper,
The cuts become.

When shall the pain die?
Is it when the pain becomes
Becomes too strong?
Or, when the flow stops?

Pain invites the cuts, now the cuts only beg for more cuts. What is this belief that they will cure my pain? Why is the lie so strong? Why can I not just accept life was not made for happiness.