"shatted" poems
The worlds but a puppet show
With tiny figurines
That wear miniature glass hearts
Upon their tiny sleeves
When it's not an exciting scene
To the viewers we don't matter
But together we're all struggling
To climb life's impossible ladder
And when the show is over
And the puppets are thrown away
Their glass sleeves are shatted
no matter what the master will say
When night comes at last
And only the figurines stay
Stabbing each other with the shards
In their own unseen play
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Summer was a sunset of
fiery oranges and pinks that
demanded to be seen.
A cascade of sexist phisophical texts was
the only constant admist
internship talks, a
wavering appetite for
electronic poetry, and the sight of
distant fireworks through a
tinted bus window.
In between the screaming pain in
six dozen muscle fibers,
I entertained a
whirlwind of friends from
elementary, middle, and high school with café talks and bar trivia, and returned home, alone in the
early hours of the new day,
to dictate fervent writings onto a
screen of shatted glass.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
I express my emotions with a mirror picture of myself in a happy place. When the truth is that the emotion I might or may be feeling is filled with rage And Anger.
How can one keep this up? Only for so long trying to get out of this rabbits hole only gets harder and harder as the more the rabbit tries the weaker it gets.
To understand my strength i must become friends with my weakness guiding my Negative thoughts through this hard time. To become friends with my positive feelings set them free and let the two become one, I have to find the balance or will end up like humpty dumpty who fell of the wall.
Emotions shatted with no one to pick the pieces up! I can’t hate can only forgive and forget and as I do I expect you to it’s the principle you would think? But the world is not so round.
The calm water on a Sunday morning may seem like that but beneath this place of calm water is utter madness and chaos.
Thoughts take control take your clothes off jump in the water go under and control this chaos that can’t be seen from where I’m standing. My mind is racing like a flock of geese flying north away from the winter to some were nice and warm.
Which path should I take? Don’t want to go the wrong way or hard way because the more it races the more they get consumed by!
“PANNIC” “GUILT” “HAPPINESS” “SUCCSESS" You shouldn’t throw stones if you live in a glass house iv been labeled i should go and get a bar code with my MED Numbers tattooed all over my body! I’m not a leader or a follower but I am only human just like you and everyone else.
My thoughts have now become my Drug addiction craving for this and that I’m addicted for wanting to be loved and respected, Love is a big word but feels and brings out a lot of pain and respect for one’s self. Do you believe in love or just the thought of having a peace of mind Love and anger are just thoughts that tend to affect our daily moods.
Can one describe how your mind and heart works with out laughing or crying? I don’t think so! Like getting up in the morning brushing your teeth making your dinner then going back to sleep. This “DEPRETION” And feelings of loneliness becomes a habit in your daily life.
I then think that this habit needs to change like reading a novel you have to change to the next page to know how the story goes or ends! So with this illness I’ve got to change this page so that these days next time i take a bed time story book it will have a happy ENDING.
Jidos Reality 18.2.2010
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC