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"shatterd" poems
The Far Away Resort I want a place where sidewalk ends The roads are straight and no bends The Grass grows tender soft and white The Sun burns gentle crimson bright The moon-bird rests from its dreary flight the peppermint wind blows cool and slight. It is a pasture wide and green I am looking and looking for it And yet to be seen Let me be free and go past from where the black smoke rules the roost Dreams are shatterd and Hopes go bust the streets are full of pits the Potholes are allowed to grow let me walk a walk however measured and slow
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Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Far Away Resort
Well... What a surprise... Still sat here, with shatterd lines... If only... When I awoke... The world could just explode... Leave me to feel free, for once in my life... No incandesent feeling, remose or smile... As you all tell me how hard your lifes are, I squwerm with anguish. I cry out ******* let me get on with it." I will not be still... I will not take shelter... Because lifes to short, helterscelter... Friends are needed... Laughs requierd... For heavens sake just retire... So the young can improve, grow and aspire.. You who hold us down, saying "Your hopless go smoke some thing." Is that what you desire... Because when your old torn and tattard, It will be me feeding you, washing you down. For this is the eighth time you have soild yourself today... No more. No more... NO MORE For tomorrow is another day, for you to point the finger and say Your useless and ****** go back to robbing homes And leave these jobs to the bracket Grown'ups close bracket...
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
Today
Its hot in here, unusually hot. Hot, like someone who has a fever of over 100 degrees celcius. Warmer then a marsh mellow roasting over the torrid heat on a humid summer night. As sizzling as the steam coming off  the children who cant seem to call to mind anything on the test. The hushed voices of  every student pleading for help. The uncooperative teachers blind and deaf to the children's needs the shatterd and crumbled kids that would do anything to pass the class the one soft-hearted smile of a sweet short tempered girl that is loveliness on the outside but is demolished on the inside That is what we call Highschool. All are welcomed but few are accepted swarming , rushing, pushing, shoving, climbing jumping, anything you name it, but there will be few slumbering The rules to pass are simple; or so they seem you either make it or break it but nothing in between be kind, be strong, be agressive, but laid back dont be smart, but dont be dumb, and always have fun walk fast head down dont smile at anyone wave your hand say hello and then you will be done. You May Come In
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
Welcome
Please don't Broken bits don't get to go home, Shatterd skulls no longer yaw Skin cut and flayed does not fall. Mearly drips, The essence of my life flows. I am in less control of this. Then a river controls its bends
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Dont let them see
As if i wasn't good enough at baseball I threw one through your window Last month i hit mine Nothing killed me more than Planning to smash through yours And with these holes in our houses All i want is to go camping with you Tell you how much i want to rent a condo And you can help me pay for it We'd only need one bed How i long to dream together Yet i threw away I shatterd us First my heart Then yours Because we don't work together Love and life don't always match Our highs were space ships Our lows were mermaids Our hearts were perfect matches Our minds were mortal enemies You kept me captivated You kept me intrigued You were my intellectual opposite You were my curiosity Yet We couldn't understand each other We couldn't co-operate When i said left you looked right When you said up i looked down Heart over mind Mind over matter To my greastest challenge, My best accomplishment, My favorite memories, And my hero. You made me, You broke me, You loved me, And you healed me. I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Heart over mind Mind over matter You broke me You made me break my own rules
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
A letter to my casinova
Once there was a day A simple, plain day With a middle, Beginning, and end With a tea time A lunch time A dinner time too The sky was cloudless blue And there was a bubbly breeze As only fits a simple day As this day was And enjoying this day was a boy A normal, average boy With a large smile Ruffled hair, and ***** face With two good hands A strong jaw Ten toes as well The boy played happily His imagination wandered free As only fits an average boy As this boy was On this day, there was a rock A dull, boring rock With no real shape, Color, or value With a hard surface A strong mass And good aerodynamics A rock that flew throught the air And shatterd glass As only fits a thrown rock As this rock was This day, there was a plague A horrendous, devastating plague With a death toll Of six billion With no cure No treatment No vaccine Stored safely in a vile Until it was let free As only fits a bioweapon As this plague was.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
The end is bland
The open window The open window showed no life inside yet a shadow fell stooped over a desk the lonely man wallowed in the paperwork .. that bestowed him for many years yet why have this honour an honour of chains that gave many links to the time served he looked as he always did into the outside world from once he did live a life so far away ..a family lost in the grind of the day that was his dream now faded away The open window showed a life that never lived ..a chance once missed a dream one wish.. yet paperwork came with money.. yet no fame.. eyes looked out yet no light shone ..all gleam gone a future done the man shook his head as he remembered good time remembered the best stooped over his desk as ink dried pushing his pen a picture nearby that nearly brought a smile as he reached to touch a ring that shatterd the silence in him another call another meeting The open window closed as the cold wind washed inside .they say fortune favours the brave
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
The open window
Who thought one day we would meet like this, Who thought one day we would fall in love, Who thought one day that you'd become an inseparable part of me, Who thought one day with you night would seem endless, Who thought one day a rose would mean so much, Who thought one day you'd leave Who thought one day the hands that once carassed my skin would slap me, Who thought one day Ill be shattered, Who thought one day no one would gather shattered me, Who thought one day Ill be left with nothing else but to be strong, Who thought one day all scores would be settled, Who thought one day Ill leave you shatterd just memories of me to gather?
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
One day
It's times like this that I believe there's no such thing as love. How can an emotion so wonderful be destined to be accompanied by emotions most tragic? At one moment your heart is so full and sure... Then at any other it's beauty is stolen, and your left lonely with only pain and tears. What a cruel way to live... With faith that your love is genuine. You feel as powerful as this love is, that it can't be broken. But the very person that makes such a miraculous feeling possible is your enemy. Now something so fragile has become hardened and cold. Revenge sits in your heart with those tears and rather then drown in them, it basks and laughs. Maybe only I am cursed. That would be fine, for something so special shouldn't be stolen from everyone. Surely other's deserve this amazing comfort, undisturbed. And not even my damaged heart would wish this trick on anyone. But karma is my friend, even though revenge fights to be freed. If only I could be as ugly person as he... The public would be amazed at the treachery I'd blaze. And the devil would smile with pride. If only I were a little weaker... I'd thank Satan for his very existence. And I'd make myself home in hell as this so called lover is shattered as I have been shatterd. If only I were weaker... I'd be the perfect storm. I'd shadow my every thought with evil and release such a rage. It would be glorious and such a film it would make... All of the viewers could watch him watch and run from his faith. And they would shed tears, because they would feel his heart break, like my heart once broke... Still I'd be such a monster with tremendous ways of destroying a heart... No person could look away... My pain would be art. If only I were weaker... If only it was true... If only I never fell in love with you. If only I were weaker... The things I'd do, if only I could be lower then you... If only love didn't exist, or at least if I knew nothing of it.
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Untitled
It's times like this that I believe there's no such thing as love. How can an emotion so wonderful be destined to be accompanied by emotions most tragic? At one moment your heart is so full and sure... Then at any other it's beauty is stolen, and your left lonely with only pain and tears. What a cruel way to live... With faith that your love is genuine. You feel as powerful as this love is, that it can't be broken. But the very person that makes such a miraculous feeling possible is your enemy. Now something so fragile has become hardened and cold. Revenge sits in your heart with those tears and rather then drown in them, it basks and laughs. Maybe only I am cursed. That would be fine, for something so special shouldn't be stolen from everyone. Surely other's deserve this amazing comfort, undisturbed. And not even my damaged heart would wish this trick on anyone. But karma is my friend, even though revenge fights to be freed. If only I could be as ugly person as he... The public would be amazed at the treachery I'd blaze. And the devil would smile with pride. If only I were a little weaker... I'd thank Satan for his very existence. And I'd make myself home in hell as this so called lover is shattered as I have been shatterd. If only I were weaker... I'd be the perfect storm. I'd shadow my every thought with evil and release such a rage. It would be glorious and such a film it would make... All of the viewers could watch him watch and run from his faith. And they would shed tears, because they would feel his heart break, like my heart once broke... Still I'd be such a monster with tremendous ways of destroying a heart... No person could look away... My pain would be art. If only I were weaker... If only it was true... If only I never fell in love with you. If only I were weaker... The things I'd do, if only I could be lower then you... If only love didn't exist, or at least if I knew nothing of it.
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The house is a mess Ripped rug Flipped over chairs and tables Shatterd glass from the now broken window My kitchen floor soaked Lying here in a pool of my own blood Unable to move Looking up at the man that had done this to me Actually I don't even know if he is a man Looking up at the thing that had done this to me Black singed hair Bright white skin A smile that was carved across his face And his cold dead eyes Those eyes never blinking He got closer to me "Go to sleep" Those are the last words I hear before he jabs his knife into me The last words I hear before I die
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
Untitled
The trust is broken, Shatterd like glass, And gone in the wind never to be whole agian, It flys in the wind out of my reach, I try to grab it put it back together, But it's all in vain, And all I do is to feel the pain of what ones was whole, But ones the trust is gone broken it can't be put back together again,
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
Trust
I know i am devil bad, but now am very sad, sitting on the bench thinking my own sins, and a hollownes in me it brings, warm droplets of salt realising me, what i've done and what i am doing, still sitting ideal but unconcious mind is running, the clots of shouting waves in my head. I just want to cut my hand, let's bleed it way for me it's not made, smile for clicks are all fake, am drunked and dont want to do any thing, want to leave everyone dont mind please, am tierd of doing efforts to being alone, because i cant stood up my own, it's hurts to be fallen, all i know that i am broken, dark lines under my eyes, all dreams are shatterd now which always flied, in my mind, all i have but still it seems to be empty, all around there is love and am still thirsty, habit of lossing made me a liar, i wish but i know i can't fill my desire, i dont want to broke other's hope's, because i know how much it hurts when it brokes, i dont want to fall in depression's trap, just only i cant feel how i am sad.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
i am sad :-(
dancing on my tippy toes, staying silent never smiling crystal tears broken hearts dancing on my tippy toes i can not speak, my voice is lost i can not smile, its wiped away i always cry, why do i always cry? this love broke my heart dancing on my tippy toes because the shatterd glass all spead out on the cold, tiled floor dancing on my tippy toes who knows? getting pricked, poked and impaled by the glass, downing whats in my flask its just my way to mask whats left of my broken heart
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
tippy toes
How many mirrors Must I have shatterd            How many            times did I            Cross under             the ladder Why did the black cat choose me to intersect             I can't believe             I put the             Noose around             my neck I shouted please, Begged and cried             One-hundred             times I lived,             One-hundred             times I died; Because I was the mirror, The shattering glass             I became the             ladder,             Made of steel             and brass I befriended the cat, And sealed my fate             And as for             the rope,             I always             knew,             it could             never             hold the             weight.
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Glass. . .
I have no one to talk to. I have no one who knows. I don't feel sorry for myself, but I need strength. I fear the future, because of the past. And I embrace the future, because I know it brings this moment to the past. What a disgusting person I must be, because broken never looked good on anyone and pathetic is how it reads on me. So stupid to have not realized I was in a game. I was caught off guard and its not about losing... Just the fact that I didn't want to play. It's amazing the things I didn't see. It's ridiculous, what I thought I saw. Now there's a path before me. I need only to prepare for the trip. With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes I need to accept that this is good bye. Friendship is forever in some ways, but lies taint it and sometimes there's nothing to save. All this time, I've been alone. I don't understand what makes it so hard to make it final. Me being me and you being you is what I thought made us, us... But I guess to much of anything is way to much. And our special friendship was fun when I thought it was real. I feel hate in my heart, but the sadness consumes it. And my heart stings. It's the only way that I know this is real. I dare not be bitter. I dare not be conquered. But nauseous and shatterd is what I can't deny. So I'll talk to myself not knowing if it will do any good. Myself is all I have at the end so I might as well get used to it. I wonder what kind of friend I'll make myself... Will I be honest like the real me or will I try to convince myself that this is nothing? I can already see that I'm the greatest friend a person can have, always honest, always there... But this great friend thing... I don't think it applies to me.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
-Wishing now was in the past-
I have no one to talk to. I have no one who knows. I don't feel sorry for myself, but I need strength. I fear the future, because of the past. And I embrace the future, because I know it brings this moment to the past. What a disgusting person I must be, because broken never looked good on anyone and pathetic is how it reads on me. So stupid to have not realized I was in a game. I was caught off guard and its not about losing... Just the fact that I didn't want to play. It's amazing the things I didn't see. It's ridiculous, what I thought I saw. Now there's a path before me. I need only to prepare for the trip. With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes I need to accept that this is good bye. Friendship is forever in some ways, but lies taint it and sometimes there's nothing to save. All this time, I've been alone. I don't understand what makes it so hard to make it final. Me being me and you being you is what I thought made us, us... But I guess to much of anything is way to much. And our special friendship was fun when I thought it was real. I feel hate in my heart, but the sadness consumes it. And my heart stings. It's the only way that I know this is real. I dare not be bitter. I dare not be conquered. But nauseous and shatterd is what I can't deny. So I'll talk to myself not knowing if it will do any good. Myself is all I have at the end so I might as well get used to it. I wonder what kind of friend I'll make myself... Will I be honest like the real me or will I try to convince myself that this is nothing? I can already see that I'm the greatest friend a person can have, always honest, always there... But this great friend thing... I don't think it applies to me.
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you can't have it all but you want it, you see it with someonelse and wish it was you inplace of her and never letting it go from your arms holding it tight. you get shatterd and cry behind walls but you try to run from it and not face the truth cause you think you will shatter into small pecies which will hurt you deep inside. so you move on try not giving a **** but inside you were slowly killing yourself. - alima
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
LOVING HIM
why are the locks of your hair shatterd why are your eyes lost this moment of grief will pass away a new cimpanion will walk away.......
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
why..........
Whatever is the matter? Pitter patter Go away I'm only getting fatter More dreams shatterd Every day Nope, your stomach's gettin flatter No more chatter Come out and play . . . Okay
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Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Daily Conversations 2
rainy days and heartbreak is all thats left for me with a broken heart thats full of misery you walked through the door said that we were through you just walked away broke my heart in two nothing is the same as it used to be since i dont have you now i dont have me only memories of the days gone by and a broken heart that only wants to cry. now all i have is heartbreak since i dont have you shatterd dreams and memories a heart thats broke in two all the love we shared you took all that away all i have is dark skies in a world thats grey. nothing is the same as it used to be since i dont have you now i dont have me only memories of the days gone by and a broken heart that only wants to cry. rainy days and heartbreak is all thats left for me with a broken heart thats full of misery memories i have of how it used to be since i dont have you now i dont have me
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
rainy days