Brokedown poems on Hello Poetry

Ingrid Ohls Aug 2013

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Dad, I hope you're not in your head,
Hating who you are.
It was an accident, I would still try to.
I hope you have peace, quiet for now.
The heartache that surronded your life.
Easing up, floating away until you feel none.
I don't want you to see yourself right now.
I don't want you to think that all you are was a chronic illness, a brokedown body.
That flames have now kissed.
Know that your intelligence still intimidates me.
Your humour quick, smart.
Even as I watched your body attack itself.
Slowly taking your life away.
As your anger and hate for what your body did to you.
Became all consuming, I still know who you are.
You are the amazing cook, terrible math tutor, lunch at home, you were my picture of strength.
You were the one when I was little to cuddle me.
You were the very proud man, who in a few calls could get it done
Dad, I can still see your face.
I can still see the fright, the knowledge.
The forfeit.
I want you to know I loved you.
I want you to know I respect you more then any other person in this world.
I was with till the end,
and I know you will be with me.
I almost am excited for it to be my time.
To feel those arms that were so strong when I was little hug me once more.
To hear you say, welcome partner, we are home.
Until then, watch me close and yell at me loud enough for me to hear.
Help me with my choices, get me through this tough life.

I wrote this one morning, when I was sitting beside my father's bedside in a hospital. I had it as a draft and just saw it, I don't remember writing it. I wrote the last two or three lines tonight to finish it.

midnight prague Nov 2010

Easily

I brokedown forth right into this eloquent state
smiles rub my warmth
and I melt harder
and harder
into breathing easily
easier then anything that ever exsisted
easier than the cool winds that blow
through your hair and then in between my sighs

and I sat down and held my knees together
on top of the wet grass where I use to remember
hearing the sweetest lullabys of childhood
crashing themeselves into my body
and I melt harder
and harder
into breathing more so easily

easier then the time I looked into your eyes and your london left its burning letter
and easier then the time I fully built up the
guts to walk away from the building where only the
floor had been built

and I closed my eyes
as I danced on top of the ruins the wars inside of me left behind
I threw my heart into the sky
forgetting the fear of having it fall on nothing
and then giving into something in that
old old world
of nothing

happiness persecutes everything inside of me
and I melt harder
and harder
into breathing more easily

Kyle Andree Ore Aug 2013

spiritualstageplay

behind the movie screens,

behind the fall of the curtain,

behind the defeaning screams,

behind the fame and the dreams,

behind all this glory,
   an actor fell on his knees
      and brokedown.

behind the limelight is a stage that
   doesn't require any set ups.

behind the character is a story
   that dont have a script.

behind all this drama and chaos,
   the Director says, "Cut!"
      and says, "Take Two!"

this is the story of an actor in his make believe,
   temporary world.

and the Director who gives second chances and
   many more chances.

in this stage called Life, may You focus
   Your spotlight on me Lord.

Rob Sandman Mar 2016

Debt Threats(unfinished)

Debt Threats tie in
Short arms, deep pockets?

This hand is empty,you’d best fill it up,
Fat cats in in suits better cough it up,
Im broke but not brokedown
I’m fit and and full of the the venom and rage of
An entire age of wage slaves on who’s backs you fed
So we’re fed up you better cough up like syrup,
Before we erupt and melt down,
This whole town,
My home town...

The only way to turn these angry frowns
Upside down is for YOU to dig deep down in your boutique booties
And cough up
Before your face feels-my bootheels,
Are you listentin? Ya better,
Cause we’re fed up and bitter,
You think its getting better? HA?(echo)
Maybe for you…but open up your eyes,
See the cries of those you secretly despise,
And abuse,
And then wonder at the crime rate?

let me know if you want this finished...
Dug it out of the "blue looseleaf"
"Got my Rhyme Book in hand a blue looseleaf,
anybody moves on that,they get loose teeth!"
Ice-T.

#warning #debt #the99 #signofthetimes

derick gibbs May 2014

EGGSHELLS

I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I was afraid I had forgotten how you take your love
or how to forget the ghost with no eyes
I've never actually seen
and that he may have taken your love for a spin
new glow;
checking your hair and makeup every other minute
in MY mirror though
that walk, and new vicky secrets sets
that hold you like they've been built with your curves in mind
I panicked
I couldn't remember the pass code to your belly laughs
to your fingertips, to your deepest confidences
to your sweetest dreams... to your water well
I couldn't remember
you told me it was his birth year
spitefully, in a heated beef
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I was afraid I had forgotten you take your love
the only way your heart knows how;
black, no sugar
I'm anxious
Nobody supposed to be here... you said
I keep waiting for the other heel to drop
I beast with word gods, I'm a monster
but your cat's got my tongue?
Imagine that
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
I couldn't remember the pass code
to the pride I tried to live above
I forgot that I selectively forget
self-destructive notes to self
“****** up people **** up people, no lie"
No matter who.
You can't believe their mistrustful mouths
And just when you decide to accidentally forget
they remind you that they can't help it
You are who you are... you are who you love
I take mine with caramel and whipped cream by the way
You never asked
I've been trying so hard to not try so hard
And I need to be
way too cautious on this brokedown joyride

#IMUPDREAMIN

#love #thoughts #you

Troy Urbalejo Apr 2012

Not for a Second did I

Breathe in and I breathe out!
                           I heard your voice throught these halls.
You
Once
Told
Me
         I should *beleive you, down on my knees I prey.
That the day!
                    Will heal you, I just asked if you could
                                                              See me, if you could hear me?
                                                                                             Breathe
                                                  And if you would just let me, I would of never let you.
Fall down, I watched you.                    Breakdown

And
        everybody
could
see
           It in my eyes,
                                  and just how it destroyed my life.
I know your down on your knees, in this cold wet room.
                                                 And these walls are breathing, in my mind your screaming.
                  So Calmly
                           I just wish you would let me fall with you,
               I would break with you
No more cobwebbed rooms, No more windows painted black.          No more locked doors, no more empty                                                     Whiskey bottles in the bottom drawer.
No more crying alone, no more scars
                                                                    to heal on their own.
Not for a second did I not prey for you.
                                                                   Not for a hour did I
                       ever leave your side.
                                                                                                                        I just preyed for you.     We all just preyed for you.
                                          We wish you would of never brokedown.
                                  And so we just prey for you.
                                                                                Even though you're gone now.

Stephen S Jun 2018

Walls

I get so tired of staring at these things.

Tall. Ugly. Foreboding...

For so many years I have wrapped them around myself.

Thick, dense, fortified.

No one can get in.

And I can't get out.

Prisoner to the shallow fortress

Of my own sin.

Break them down! I say.

Smash them to pieces!

But it is not to be.

The barriers of the past do not fall easily.

Far too many bricks for an easy triumph.

Far too strong a storm for the sun to crack.

So let the rain come.

And I'll stay here in my brokedown castle.

Kept far away from freedom.

And right against the gates of nothingness.

— The End —