"morin" poems
I came out as broken glass
Not a bottle, not a window, just glass
And I was told I was Broken.
But what if this is what I am?
I'm sharp and cut, and my pieces get broken smaller,
But that's what I am.
Broken.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Wake me up before you go
My dreams they speak to much
I kissed you on the lips last night
The wind was in my clutch
Like catching air
Or sleeping fine
My mind begins to melts
All I felt inside my chest
Was love, and nothing else.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
I relapsed last night
As the knife met my skin
and introduced itself
Over and over again.
I'm disappointed with myself
I shouldn't harm my skin
I'm losing every battle
Because I refuse to win.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
I am your pillow underneath your head,
Where you scream all your nasty thoughts when,
You are mad.
Or where your blood shot eyes,
release their lonely tears when,
You are sad.
I am your pillow
I can hear you speak
When you whisper
All your deepest thoughts
Into Me.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
The fire screams upon my skin
and my mouth begins to turn.
I want to feel something else
even just a burn.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Speak to me softly
And tell me only lies
Tell me that you hate me
That I'm not worth your time.
You tell me that you love me
You tell me words so true
I look at you with hollow eyes
The saddest shade of blue.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Sleep for me tonight
Because I can't do it myself
Shut your eyes and dream of me
I swear I'm in good health
You shut your eyes and fall asleep
And my eyelids begin to fall
The morning comes without a blink
And my name is all you call
But no, I'm not responding
My heart without a beat
You punch and kick, I won't wake up
Finally Sleep.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
Stab me in the heart again
To prove that I'm not alive.
Long ago the feelings stopped
And my emotions died.
No tears are cried
My eyes are dry.
I'm waiting for this to end.
I'm happy though enough to say.
That I had at least one friend.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
Let me give you my armor
Take my sword and shield
I'll be your knight in skin
With only my words to wield.
When the armors worn and broken
You can take my skin as well
Tattered, scarred and broken
But for you I wouldn't yell.
And with you every word
That you picked from my throat
Melted in your hands
And filled your empty cup.
You drank a part of me
My words upon your tongue
They trickled down your mouth
But your heart had already sung.
The tune of someone else
Your song it wasn't mine
My heart was already shattered
But it broke differently this time.
- N. Morin
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
A flourish of your fingers
the words I had to read
my heart began to tumble
as you began to leave.
The breaking of my fingers
the words you never read
the times you didn't listen
to the words kept in my head.
- N. Morin
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Anxiety is building
My body starts to shake
Trying not to look
My brain it ******* aches
This heart is all I have now
It's all you have to break
My world begins to fall apart
Please buy a roll of tape.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
"Be better then okay"
She said.
I want to be, I do
You break away the walls I made
Lets play a game of "Clue"
Put down the razor from your skin
I'll extinguish every flame
You and I are worlds apart
And yet we seem the same
Or maybe I see what I want
Because you make me feel alright
You lock me in with piercing eyes
The prettiest of sights.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
When the final leg falls out
There won't be any hope.
No ones here to hold you up
The catching of the rope.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
My eyes shut, then open.
We're in your room again.
Laughing. Talking.
You're looking at me.
With those eyes.
Those eyes.
Those.
Eyes.
They're beautiful.
I've never seen eyes like these.
They lock me in.
I can't look away.
I don't want to look away.
Then you say it.
" Do you want to kiss me? "
Of course.
It happens.
My lips meet yours.
I can feel your presence.
Warm on my skin.
My eyes were open, but open again.
I'm in bed.
And all I can think is.
I didn't die last night.
- N. Morin
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
I can see the glue hole a minuscule thing
Helping me stay dry, I thought you didn't know I've been drowning
Green trees, green moss, green tent
I miss waking every morning to pad my feet across the moist earth,
Off to search for something each day
Nostalgic, longing, yearning once again
I should've realized this would happen, it always happens
I miss even the prunes my hands became each day from the metal dishes
Japan, Montreal, France, Sri Lanka, Czech, Wales, Toronto, Iran, Mexico
Diverse languages, diverse people
I want to lay on the ***** sand of the lake or throw myself into the poisonous water and delight in your phrases
I don't need to understand them
I like the feeling of being gone, of being surrounded, of being free
But mostly of warm water on a happily drunk body
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC