"recraft" poems
tear me out, blank this canvas
and begin a fresh page.
carve a new story from this tale,
walk a new mile on these feet
breathe new words into these lips
colour me in soft tones
light up this vessel in flame
burn me up, make me whole again
rebuild me, grain by grain
create new life in me, that i might be whole again
recraft me, into what i am supposed to be
light me up and set me free
write craft and care into these fingers,
a thousand native tongues spoken into this mouth
make me perfection, make me beauty
stroke grace into this pale flesh
carve out a new identity
all so that i might be loved, just once.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
I fall a little in love with anyone who shows me their broken soul,
I get stuck on their flaws,
The rawness of their unguarded honesty in this guarded world.
I myself am broken – the realization and admission of it has set me free.
Free to see myself in pieces, free to recraft myself, free to love myself.
I know a man that says he’s broken,
I spend my days listening to his beautifully spoken, voiceless, sad words.
But my God when I look at that man all I can do is smile.
Somehow I’ll get through to your tangled messy brain that your pieces are mesmerizing,
That every piece is full of potential and breathtaking.
We’re mosaics crafted by our 2 am talks when were tired as hell,
A paradox of purity and sin - a cracked diamond; a perfect flaw.
The truth is we are both forever alone people.
But maybe I like you more when you’re half asleep in my bed.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
Memories are written
In ink that never dries.
We recraft and remold them
To help us all get by.
Some of the things that you remember
Are just a bunch of lies.
Sometimes I start a poem
But then my interest dies.
I think, "what's the point"
If the truth has been excised?
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC