"brokens" poems
I had something special
Once upon a time
I held her dear
Once upon a time
I made us one
Once upon a time
And then the fight begun
Rough roads
Rocky tumbles
The split began with a tear
and one by one
The inches divided
Inches, to miles, to years
Now we pretend to be tender
We treat each other with care
But in the back of my mind
The sirens still blare
They scream away the warnings
I should have heeded long ago
No, I know more
Now then before
And I use my knowledge so clear
You're all filled up with God knows what
You wanna dump it out, just to pick it back up
A pack rat of emotion
A dealer of brokens
Be it hearts
Be it promises
Be it *****
You don't care
As long as you get to be heard
All to make it one way
So you can yearn for the alternative
Promising to make it come
But you know it's not true
Change the world
The one in your head
And demand the rest to do the same
When reality strikes
And you know you're not right
Complain
Complain
Complain
A fictional vision
Of the world you live in
What you thought it would be
Disillusionment ***** big.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 2:03 AM UTC
why is it that i can only form words
about idiotic people making the most sense of their lives
and me hating mirrors
and me hating me.
why can’t i speak about
the way the clouds graze over my ankles when i’m laying in a field
or the way you TOUCHED my hand
and my heart fluttered like an angel
if only my innocence were that strong
and my skin that pure
i have rashes and wounds and heals and brokens
and i am not happy with any of it
but there i go again
ignoring how soft my blanket feels or the way the dust on my fan sits
even though it goes every night
to drown out my thoughts
so i have hope in falling asleep
because you know i can never sleep in silence
or with the television on
because i’m afraid of quiet and i’m afraid of loud
and i am a contradiction in every sense of the **** word
and i love it.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
he makes me so happy more than anything else ever i love him and even though he hasn't said it i can see the love in his eyes and i just know we were made for each other.
maybe we fight a lot for a reason because most couples are like two pretty stars but were like two casanovas happening at once and when we explode we make a beautiful new universe only for me and him.
he's kinda like a roller coaster but then again no, a roller coaster is man made, a false reality of a high, this boy is real. that's why i call him a hurricane all the time.
he isn't something people comprehend easily, they think he's so destructive, broken, cold, so most people stay away and they tell me to flee as well, but i find such beauty in greyish blue clouds and rushing winds, rain is like tears because when someone loves so much all they can do is cry.
he's so incomprehensible and love it i want to be the earth and he can be the tornados tearing through me, i want to be the ocean waves and him the tides pulling me every which way to explore new places i would have never seen without him.
we work together in unity, such a beautiful sight, you know they say two brokens make a whole,
and that's exactly what happened.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
just remember,
a different part of her
snaps everyday
and some brokens
can't be fixed
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
there is a point where
some brokens
can't be fixed
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
Her soul grabbed the moon
As she tucked it inside her heart
She said from this day on
We will never part
That moon has been with her
Since birth
She doesn't remember
It holds no ones name
She called it faith
She said that moon
You refer too is not
The same one I use
Mine is of gravitational flights
High in The air
Of sleeping off daylight
Just to capture The night air
Of addicts pour and
Brokens sad state
I say The moon
Is ours
I just saved your soul
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
I have a tendency to covet broken things
Like broken hearts
And broken minds
They are like an unsolved or unwritten equation
Begging for an answer or solution
Like the riddle that has all the right pieces
But is just rearranged shards of fragmented glass
Craving a resolution to the disorder of shattering impact
That is in need of a strong glue in which to bind the razer sharp edges
Back into a semblance of order
That is the Brokens' Beauty
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
I contemplate the horizon as a broken puzzle
yet aflame the sessions of thought
Eros is singing to the raging gods
the seeds of future mixed with the atoms of the past
the layers of history unreadable
we play games with the invisible
in between thoughts transparent vibrant walls
in between you and you, some fragments
in between myself and I, fault lines and vital figments
the mirror gaze an oxymoron in the beginning
a mistery the spin of fragments
that's all I can say for now since
the soul of language is hidden inside
untraceable rhythms of silence
true passion is shattering the body of time
it brokens the one into many, it fuses the many into one
in the seed we are a cosmic creature breathes
perhaps the void of the sky is dreaming its memories
or a sweet lullaby
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 1:20 PM UTC
Memories from a Broken Soul
She wept when he left
Pieces of her died every night
She disappeared within the evening
She was gone
She was forgotten but not lost
Her soul was trying to mend
Unanswered questions
Soul is fading away
Broken things
Brokens things can’t be fixed
Or can they?
Where is she now?
She disappeared within the night
She is gone but not forgotten
Her soul is left broken
The cuts on her wrist tells her story
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC