"unmendable" poems
I have a glass heart
age 4-11
painted on it was beautiful designs
stained glass heart
age 12-14
worthless lonely forgotten burden
cracked glass heart
almost one year ago
I met a diamond
who had the power,
to reflect off me beautifully
creating light rainbows
but cut
and cut
deeper
farther
cut cut cut
broken shattered unmendable heart
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
the poet is the seamstress,
sewing words into sentences
.
the poet is the architect
building their paragraphs
.
the poet is the performer
setting the stage
.
the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities
-----however-----
the poet is falling apart
their heart unmendable; in pieces
.
the poet is scared
walls that protect, yet isolate.
.
but the poet is strong
and lives to tell their tale
.
as the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
The feeling that you get when your about to lose control, has to be the scariest feeling of all. When too many absentminded people come in and break everything apart- without realizing it- electrify the band that's about to snap. And that's the worst of all. When you have to sit there watch how these people that live around you make countless mistakes. They sit in a pit of oblivion, but you see it all. And when you go off to make one silly mistake, all the walls come crashing down and suddenly your the one who is the burden. These exact people tell you how to live. They tell you that you don't understand time. That your feelings to have no logical sense to them. That your heart is in the wrong place.
Who are they to say that? Who are they to suddenly become you?
Who are they to act like they care?
You can see disappointment in their faces and you have the guts to believe it. Their hosts have become clay sculptures- unmendable. Made to dry up and become nothing but a piece on a shelf.
It takes everything within you to not become that.
But it's okay.
Because at least your the only one out of all of them that knows what it takes to live.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
*Here's to the ones who loved and just forgot
Broken promises, easy endings, no tying the knot
Perhaps they lost before and that was their shot
Around and around they go, the ever loveless lot
Here's to the ones who never thought a thing
About heavens that soar and angels that sing
Gates up in the clouds and a heavenly king
Smothering the ungodly flames that hell bring
Here's to the ones who are above the rule of order
Steering clear and clever from the symptoms of cancer
Minding, winding their stories into their own favor
Rather than to the social systems they know better
Here's to the ones who are devoid of anything good
Whatever path they lead—will always be misunderstood
The eternal monsters and demons of their neighborhood
Not even the exorcists will save them even if they could
Here's to the ones who look at life with a skeptical screen
Something bad must have happened in between
Distorting their eyes once so pure like crystalline
Soiling them with a reality unmendable and obscene
Here's to every nonbeliever in this world both beautiful and sorry
Believing in their own terms glorious and free,
though rather* painfully
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
With drunken hands, my mother mends
the hem of my patchwork quilt
And spills her tears on every stitch
Atonement for her guilt
Sadly smiling, she strings a collection
of hailstones atop my breast
In total silence, she whispers “I’m sorry.”
I am too weak to protest
I cry the day those pearly beads
melt into my sweater collar
So cold in my hollow chest, I hid
the string in my drawer
too ashamed to explain
too scared to admit
I’m avoiding the pain
I sleep beneath a graceless blanket
a warmth upon which I depend
I ignore other hopelessly broken things
which I am too inured to mend
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Step with me, my friend
Behind the beating fast fall of water unending.
Here we are now,
Two souls in the echoing space
Between solid rock and falling curtain of water.
Hush now...
Do you feel the pulse
Of the Earth's flowing veins,
Coagulating with your own?
Listen....
Do you hear the murmur
Of forgotten voices
Kept in memory of stone walls
Surrounding us here?
They sing to you,
To me,
To whomever has the ears to listen,
Of moss and wheat meadows
The green blades dripping blood,
Spicy and cruel crimson in the sun.
Songs of deep sorrows unmendable,
Leaving the beating heart
Cold and transparent.
Songs of love,
Love felt to consume the mind,
Uniting lovers
A million in number,
Sharing passions unspoke of.
Listen.....
Here we are now,
Two souls in the echoing space
Between solid rock and falling curtain of water,
Listen......
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
I find I am hollow
Empty
Serene in the silence
Alone
My feet soundless, swift
My face unmemorable
My hand shook by men of passionate deceit
And I find myself filled with their purpose
Purpose of others drives me
Craving no prize, praising no God
Only me
Only violence
Soul pushed to the cages in the back of me
My body is honed
My weapon part of me
I fly but no wind follows
I break the unmendable
Harbinger of silence
Deliverer of death
Revealer of mortality
Ender
Money and treasure for blood and breath
Unrelenting, unavoidable
Hands choking pulse from veins
Slowing
Necks crack as they swing out of place
Breaking
Gun hot from parting lead bullet
Body heavy as it drops
Death will come swiftly to any, to all
Until I am emptied once more
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
some say she was born with a broken heart,
unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
with a quiver full of witticisms and deft vertical
palm, friends, lovers, the world, all held at bay,
lest they discover her sorrow
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
I look through the window and saw nothing
What I used to see was the world as it was, free.
The bleeding of the heart, wanting..desiring.
Through the horrid abuse-screams and confusion echoed.
Left standing defenseless, shadows choked me 'till I was senseless.
Lied to self, preaching that I was strong, but it fact I was wrong.
My insecure reflection shows the pecking tension
Rage is no longer bound in a cage.
Vengeance-in a sea of despair, awoken
Forever broken
Delicate ceramic figurines shattered, blood is splattered.
Dimming of glee, waltz into the darkness
Here's your token into the window,
whom's frame remains cracked and unmendable
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
the plates that carried
our recipes.
break
the steady rhythm
of our weekly routine.
as a kid
i'd watch the minute hand
in anticipation
breaking bread
a sacred tradition
breaking bones
not so much.
break
a means to refresh
and reenergize for what's to come
and prevent
catastrophic collisions
but the potential for being unmendable
whether it was your call or mine
i'm still broken
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll under her arm,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
Can a dream shield her from more harm?
A fragile doll for fragile play
In the hands of a fragile girl,
A broken dream to rot away,
Among her bows and curls
She’s reached out towards the stars,
But the doll falls to the ground,
She’s reached out much too far,
A cry out, an empty sound.
She picks up the pieces of her doll,
The broken remnants of a smile,
She could have prevented the fatal fall,
But she failed the fateful trial.
Together again, but no longer decor,
Scars line where it has broken,
Unmendable but whole once more,
A painful memory, her token.
Just a little girl in a polka-dot skirt,
With her glass doll inside her arms,
Just a little girl filled with too much hurt,
And a dream that did its harm.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
Which is it: you can't get started unless
you're riding some current bigger than your reporting voice
or the best time to write is when you don't have much to say
and without plenty to say about everything you'll get better right
away.
Form is very often a betrayal of reality.
Although we are initially drawn to poems by their passion and
urgency,
we are convinced by the formal means invented
for their impelling motives. Every accidental crack or dent.
Not just mildly disquieted but actively repelled,
running for the River Styx, the doors of Hell pell mell,
there must be a crack, deep and unmendable, in the poet
that the poet must forever try to mend. Or not.
While mortal poets imitate, immortal poets steal.
That's plagiarism. Fortunately the public feels
less strongly about poetry than television,
communism and aging gracefully through meditation.
Now I'm being silly. My silly indefatigable lusting,
silly sadness, silly arguing and silly trusting.
All I do not know about our nation's history, wars
and what showering the people you love with love does.
Ransacking apothegms, algorithms
and selling the loot as memes,
dissemblings. Bearing fardels
with the warrior's skull.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:35 AM UTC
A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
The day I let her go
I couldn’t breathe no more
She had just blew her last breath,
The breath that kept me strong and stable
Her positive energy had left me negative and unmendable.
Light became dark, my blood flow stopped…
In a split second my skin was grey
With no regret in her eyes she turned away
Her shoulders froze, I burned.
I had to burn alone in a fantasy we built
With lost souls holding my feet.
Ashes of my heart, life was meaningless…
Hopes and dreams became sore memories
The future was bleak, lost in thousand galaxies,
Life had yet again robbed me happiness,
Though we had to reach this point someday
She meant to me more than the sun to a day.
Tears sealed my eyes shut, pity she never knew…
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Away she stepped and looked at the mess
And all this while, time stood still
The words an echo, shattered glass
She walked away, as time stood still
Hours past, in a different world
But where she ran, time stood still
As she stopped and turned around she saw
The sun went down, but time stood still
She gathered every shred of courage
All through the night, as time stood still
As a new day dawned and light crept in
She took one step back as time stood still
She set out on the way back wondering
If life had changed while time stood still
She reached a past in screes and shatters
A broken mirror, as time stood still
Unmendable it seemed to be when
She stepped back in and time stood still
Then morning sun lit up the shards
She sat down, still, and time stepped on
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
was it not the camel that
broke the straw's back
had it feeling like
it's straw was made of
unmendable water
had it feeling like
it's back was the only
piece he could sit upon
nevermind the ground
and all the pressure it
could handle.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Unwavering happiness, true love.
An ultimate peace, pure like a dove.
Unforgivable rage, it you'll fear.
Unmendable grief, for those so dear.
Time tests and destroys what we protect.
Our love that once spawned has a defect.
Our peace torn from us by emotion.
Hard to concentrate with the commotion.
Try rebuilding trust lost with a lie.
Get's better or worse as time goes by.
Grief is heavy, but relief is light.
With a broken heart, some still do fight.
Time tests or destroys the things we hold dear.
Withheld rage can bring many to tears.
Time brings challenges for us to face,
which we can conquer with the Lord's grace.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Torn is not unmendable
Youth is not invincible
Just as age is not infoulable
Too old too fast
Too wise too late
But aware at least until the very last
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
I've walk the horror lines
I've had shadows take and break me
Bending me to their will for years to follow
I've told horrid lies
I've been deeply hurt and hurt others deeply
I've been consumed by the darkest of hell's madness
And I've been spit out- only to plunder further
But I thank God for all these moments
Sometimes even praise Her
For I have seen the prettiest of sunny skies
And felt the richest of earths
I have been brought to my knees in absolute joy, on several occasions
No pill- only real life ecstasy *
I've sobbed in absolute love to the Heavens with my arms thrown high
Being consumed by how perfectly-imperfectly e truly is
I've laughed and danced with Angels
Racing them down mountains
Feeling their soft kisses tickle me while I pass them
I've sat whiling eating pancakes- chatting with Buddha about Jesus
I've held the wise hand of Pallas Athena
And feel her tall- glorious form continuously by me
I've felt the intoxicating- purifying of Divine love
Of All That Is and Greater
I've felt Her arms sweep around me and through me-
Hugging me to sleep
I've given Her a million kisses while she continues to give me a million and one
And,
I could ponder over and over again about the agony- the anguish
Stay **** in the unbearably horrifying moments
The ones that seem to rip my heart into a thousand unmendable pieces
Or,
I could smile at them
Release them
And let them go
I choose to wake-up and continuously swim in Heaven's pool of absolute magic
Welcoming all that is humanly unknown to persist and exist
For -I- know, in All that is true and holy
I'll meet the laughter and feel the Greatest of love
Beyond forever and forever more ~*~
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
I know that no one will ever be able to love me, because I won't let them. I know that if I do it will hurt them because of how broken I am. I'm not broken on the outside though. On the outside I'm cute and smiley. It's the inside that's broken, that's been beaten and shattered. From the moment I was born Ive been broken. But with each day a new crack forms and when the night falls I'm haunted by nightmares. I'm taunted by what happened on the night with the blue TV and the shadow at the threshold. Hollow from the words I can't bare to share. A tear in my heart from my fathers affair. Only the tip of the ice berg, for why I'm unmendable.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
every choice is a unmendable mistake
every day is governed by fate
every soul is glass delicate
every smile is fake
inside our minds ourselves we fight
inside our dreams we take flight
inside our lives stories we write
inside our heart is fright
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC