"unshattered" poems
Why is it that whenever there’s tranquility,
It’s because I’m in the eye of a hurricane?
I feign a smile and display great tenacity
Although my heart is throbbing with pain.
Don’t call me pessimistic; I just know the truth,
A daunting truth that haunts my every dream.
We were born to suffer, and these scars are proof
That one’s character is the spawn of screams.
But here I stand upright with iron valor
Calling out to the ruthless storms of life,
That my resolve will remain unshattered
As I make my way up the summit of strife.
The eye of the hurricane is always watching,
Wondering when we will faint and cower.
Let us show the storm that we are unflinching,
That together we wield raw power.
For in numbers we grow stronger
As our hearts beat for a common cause.
In harmony our shouts are louder,
Transcending all oppression and laws
Which bind you and I to a morbid lie
That peace will never come
And forever we’ll be trapped in the eye
Of the hurricane, always on the run.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
The world where magic reigned, a fairytale unfurled,
I was water, tranquil and serene, he, fire in a whirl.
Our paths converged by destiny's hand, two worlds apart,
In the tapestry of love, we found a beating heart.
I, a crystal brook winding through enchanted glades,
He, a tempest of flames, dancing in fiery cascades.
Our first encounter, a clash of elements so rare,
Yet in that very moment, we became a fated pair.
He roared with passion, fierce and untamed,
While I whispered softly, my essence unnamed.
Together, we embarked on a quest unknown,
A love story woven in the stars, our destiny sown.
Through the enchanted forest and twilight skies,
We journeyed together, love shining in our eyes.
I quenched his burning desires with my gentle tide,
He ignited my soul with a fervor that couldn't hide.
But our love, a tempestuous, passionate blend,
A fairytale of water and fire, with no clear end.
For every time he scorched, I soothed the blaze,
In the ebb and flow of love, we danced for days.
As the seasons passed, our love story grew,
In the heart of the forest, where the wildflowers grew.
We found solace in the harmony of our ways,
Two contrasting elements, caught in love's maze.
But as fate would have it, one fateful night,
A darkness descended, eclipsing our light.
An evil sorceress, jealous of our love so true,
Cast a wicked spell, our destinies she'd undo.
I, in my liquid form, was trapped in a crystal cell,
While he, in fiery chains, descended into hell.
Separated by magic, our love seemed doomed,
Two halves of a whole, forever entombed.
Years passed, a forlorn and desolate time,
In separate realms, our love's bell did chime.
But deep within our hearts, a spark remained,
A love unbroken, though worlds apart, constrained.
Then, one fateful day, a hero emerged,
A knight in shining armor, courage surged.
With a heart full of love and a sword so true,
He battled the sorceress and her dark, vile crew.
In the midst of the battle, the crystal shattered,
The fiery chains broke, and our love was rekindled, unshattered.
Water and fire, together once more,
In the realm of love, we'd forever explore.
With a kiss of true love, the spell was undone,
Underneath the moon and the shining sun.
We stood united, against all odds,
A love story written in the stars by the gods.
Our fairytale, both sad and sublime,
Water and fire, transcending space and time.
Through trials and tribulations, we'd endured,
A love, pure and eternal, forever assured.
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 5:37 AM UTC
There are two types of people
The heart breakers, and the broken-hearted
I cannot be the heart breaker
It pains my body, as fear pulses through my veins
knowing i will be broken again
You ripped the muscle from my chest
And left a scar that bleeds each time
you kiss her, touch her, think of her
don't kiss me, don't touch me, and don't think of me
It aches and aches
Why have i let you break me?
There are two types of people
heart breakers, and the heartbroken
how can you destroy me by loving her?
How can you break me and remain unshattered?
Why can i never be the breaker
Ripping the souls form others chests
Turning their advances into worthlessness
turning their love into loathing
turning their hearts to stone
like you did mine.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Well, my fault, your fault, their fault, his fault, her fault
The fault line runs through us all
Rubbing off here and there, shattering the unshattered
Creating curved corners, wobbly lines, pointing toward
Leaning posts for us to ponder, procrastinate...
Perhaps cocking a leg to listen and learn
Or be bullied down the chorus of blame
Well....if they hadn't done that....
Or if I'd just said or done that.....
Would things have been different?
The edges neat and tidy...
To see what's coming round all the corners
The unshattered, negating seven years bad luck
So keep the straight and narrow
Refuse to open the boxes and look into the unlooked
'Control' will be your friend, sticking rigidly by you side
But what about the alt...alternative...the delete....acceptance???
Will your blindfold mar your pathway to living
Missing the signpost at the fork in the road.....
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 8:14 AM UTC
To hide from the world
and not tell a single soul
and not one single accompaniment
and not one single self but my own
And that's fine,
for its soil is the richest to my needs
for its songs are all I can sing...
Not to tell anyone,
not to be found by anyone,...
not to update anyone...
Not to be cared by no one...
Where peace lies, unearthed, unshattered,
and happiness is simple on its own
...
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
The first spring
There’s this barrier,
Either of contempt or pride.
Further exchange of words,
Watching you pantomime,
Reading your mind,
Engulfing the spaces we worked.
You were on the other side;
A simpleton with a great mind.
Barrier: Glass-like but steel.
The other side was me,
A vessel of conceit and pretense.
The distance made by the war
Of tugging and pulling drew me out.
It made sense:
I never got to you.
Instead, encased in fragility and adamancy,
I was caught in between.
Breathless and shamed,
A fool who believed.
Second spring came,
Still encased in dense air.
I remained satisfied,
You’ve crossed the other, other side.
Not to me or where I was,
But to the intensest place.
Watching you, I stopped struggling.
A leaden body replaced Houdini,
who never truly escaped.
I faced my death as the glass crossed and cut,
Tearing me whole.
Unshattered but assailed
with withering condemnation.
Regret, it may be it
To never dared knowing,
trying, and believing.
Self-abjection is all there is.
Deep anguish and boiled eyes,
Unused lungs and cased gasps,
Churned stomachs and a sliced mind;
A night of wilting and rue,
A kiss of damnation and a touch of breath,
Caresses of Judas’ darkest blue,
Impassioned foreplay to one’s lovely death,
Copulation in hell with Valentine,
It is bliss to know that such is a dream
Of life, of love, of hope, of memories in galleon’s dusts
The end to **** with the whimper of lust.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
Quiet White Boys
wearing awkward glasses
sporting clean haircuts
and boring polo shirts
keep to themselves,
don’t know how to draw boundaries,
don’t know how to reach out,
and don't know how to reach inward.
They eschew the material world
in favor of a false digital one,
and there, in the simulacrum,
they find a modicum of validation—
a reinforcement of a kernel
of a horribly flawed idea:
that they have somehow been more victimized
than the victims all around them—
the women,
the racial minorities,
the people afraid to practice their own religion,
the people afraid to live as their true gender,
the people suffering with mental illness,
the people suffering with domestic violence,
the girls who were sexually molested,
the girls who were *****
and so on,
and so forth.
The Quiet White Boys
learn that they are victims
from other Quiet White Boys,
and together they conclude
that, because they have been victimized,
they may therefore
act heedlessly, aggressively,
hatefully, mercilessly
in furtherance of
what they view to be justice.
But it is a distorted, fractured
version of justice
that they seek—
fetishized by the red, screaming faces
with loud megaphones
and debilitated, sickly hearts
in the digital basement
where the Quiet White Boys have chosen
to live.
A torch-carrying mob
has never delivered real justice—
not once in the entire history of human civilization, in fact—
and a slate gray Dodge Challenger
barreling into a crowd at fifty miles per hour
is not an instrument of justice, either—
it is just a reflection
seen through a shattered mirror.
And shattered mirrors
don’t come unshattered
simply because other
Quiet White Boys
are gazing into them with you.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
A cracked record pirouettes upon its cherry oaked coffin,
Listen closely to the requiem for my ravine.
Can you taste the a’s, the b’s, the c’s,
The spearmint flavor of cool jazz prancing along your tongue.
A eulogy for the mind.
Our memory is not like it used to be.
Light driven through unshattered glass.
Reflecting amongst particles, a burnt hay fulgence.
Before this home, the welcome mat was upside down. An encasement. A confinement.
A rigid sweater, crafted of jagged straw and course hair clung to my skin.
I could never leave. The smell of chemical potpourri coming from that pyrex plate,
leaving the nostrils flaring in metallic bliss. The taste of frosting.
Same faces entering, different ones departing. Friend on the couch fearing ****
Me in bed fearing robbery.
A visitor in my room. Masked. Too dark to see. He apparates from view while I shriek in silence. Alley cats in life threatening quarrel in a deaf man’s yard.
He comes again unwelcomed, I dare this time to challenge.
The drugs are done.
Heroes are seldomly forgotten.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Time frozen, eternity's remnant
A kiss unbroken by the threads of fate
A bond unshattered by the weaves of destiny
A moment untouched by the strings of life ethereal
Time frozen, eternity's remnant
Their lips caressing one another so graciously
Their hands interlocked together so uniformly
Their beings resonating as one so perfectly
Time frozen, eternity's remnant
Uncertain future created afterwards through unknown factors
Uncertain future sustained during the unclear present
Uncertain future diminished before they truly became one
Time resumed, eternity's progression
Reality sabotaged by instance of luck
Reality abolished by happening of chance
Reality undone by development of coincidence
Time resumed, eternity's progression
Moved on from childish thoughts
Became more than desired
Left behind as nothing more than a still frame
Time unfrozen, eternity's remnant
Initial beginnings—eager love which knows no bounds
Time resumed, eternity's progression
Followed events—realizations of the truth and awareness of reality
Time collapsed, eternity's absence
Final ending—comprehension that a pause in history cannot define its entirety
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Light beams show rainbows it seems.
Shines on areas that are dim.
Holding hands with him.
Uglyiness sees no romance & gets no kisses.
Rejection ignores & disses.
Sadness & loneliness excel.
Hope & happiness lay broken where it fell.
Frustration alone still yells.
****** in this stench hole of hell.
Describes the story I always tell.
Never to understand.
This is like a ghost land.
Where civilization had been banned.
No friends....dwelling no where.
No people near....no family here.
Acres of space & empty dirt.
Above thee earth.
Not the last or the first.
Respect all life's births.
Hell is alot worse.
All species are equal but diverse.
Who is she?
That would have him propose on one knee.
Being single for two decades continues.
To meet the right person I had not yet knew.
Beautiful is not how I feel.
While alone & unhealed.
Outside through the window I see people in love together.
Inside these walls true live never occurred.
A fantasy dreamed is too blurred.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
So you tell me it's getting tough again
And I tell you something like the same
And we talk and cry
Sob and curse
But nothing changes, not really
I want to be able to tell you
That sometime everything will be alright
Some time in the future, everything will be okay
But it's a fool's phrase
Spoken by fools for fools
And you are not a fool
All I can tell you with any sort of certainty
Is that everything will continue to be something
Until it doesn't anymore
You can take comfort in the fact
That your universe will remain unshattered by the unfathomable
Until such a time as it is
And even then, when your world is crumbling
And all sense no longer makes itself apparent
Even then you will not be able to conceive any of it
Your universe will be intact until it isn't
And when it no longer is
You will not know
And you can take comfort
If in nothing else
You can take comfort in the fact
That at this point in time
You know what misery has befallen you
You understand the why
And whether or not you are capable of fixing it
Is neither here nor there
Because what is important
Is that right now you have the words to describe everything
The good and the bad
So hold on to that
Hold on to your understanding
Hold onto your words
Hold on to your concepts and values
And thank the odds
That you have them
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
The moonlight shines through the trees.
Like a mysterious treasure released.
Our existence fails to cease.
My Feelings are at peace.
Unshattered & undeceased.
Beautiful memories unfading.
My tearful eyes keep waiting.
Uncertainty of a connecting future.
A broken heart is neglecting.
True love needs correcting.
The moon casts a glow.
Through spooky shadows we all know.
In the chilly air being with a guy to care.
With a concern & stare.
Just knowing you are there.
Acknowledge my essence,
with a diamond for a present.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
I heard it said
once
that
the definition
of insanity
is to repeat
the same action
again
and
again
and expect
a different result.
Well,
I truly
am certifiable then,
dear love,
for I throw myself
against the steel door
of your apathy
again
and
again
until
my body
bruises and breaks,
and yet still
my hope
remains
unshattered
that one day
you might
leave it
unlocked
for me.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
We are all born in a jar
(with a view of Mother from afar)
and it’s the glass we learn to see through;
refining me while defining you.
Those poor souls whose glass is opaqued
with smudges of fear and cracks of hate,
who never learn to see through
the jar that defines me and contains you;
they are the ones who hope and pray
that you only see your world in their way.
As these souls bloat too large to be contained
they burst the boundaries and are profaned
by the sharp edges of the jar
their rage casts the jagged pieces of; near and far.
But if, instead, our soul transcends
like light that remains unshattered but only bends
through the glass of our individual jar
and gives a glimpse of just how far
we have, yet, to go and have come:
What beauty, what symphony
we can glimpse more clearly
and ourselves more nearly
when we are willing to see ourselves, ajar.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
I stayed up way past my typical sleeping hour
Because I didn't want to let our words die out
And pass into the oblivion of time.
I stayed up way past my typical sleeping hour
Because I covet and am jealous over
Every minute of time you spend talking to me.
I stayed up way past my typical sleeping hour
Because for the first time in a long time
I feel like a normal girl
With a whole unshattered soul.
I stayed up way past my typical sleeping hour
And this time it wasn't because of insomnia!
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
I bring thee angel a silver chain.
I tell thee also an unbelievable truth.
I shall never have fortune or fame.
I never get what I want only what I need.
My own child minimum wage can't feed.
Poverty, stench, & hatred i breathe.
Tell me what is the solution?
To control & diminish this pollution.
A sacred heart belonging to me.
An unshattered love binds us to be.
Just because I never married someone strong.
To take away my daughter is still wrong.
A sacred kiss of eternal bliss.
A glowing soul that grows.
Holiness bestows ungranted hopes.
Stealing my parental rights.
Lonely abandonment.
Evil feeds & Bites.
Unregretful resentment. Unsettling contentment.
Pages turn words burn.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
you know the days
the ones where you regret
every stupid thing you’ve ever done
look back over your shoulder
wistful at wisps wilted and slipped
through numbly fumbling fingers
while you were busy tightening
your heavy cloak of unlovability
the love you longed got stuck inside
the mirror of nonsensical symmetry
we are like children
inexperienced and naive
never taught how to handle
snow globes brimming with God
disagreeing over methodologies
to get it across the finish line
self-righteously wronging
from craves crumbled
to do it right
because it’s Us in there
enshrined in white orbitals
frosted characters waiting
for whirls to still
so they can be seen
on collapsed knees
opening
to the same page
at the same line
unshattered
today
is one of those
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
*** or Love, which one should I choose
It never really matters, either way I lose
Why do I have to pick one or the other?
I was told I could have both, so said my mother
Things have changed, people don’t care
Married or single, there’s *** in the air
No more vows or my one and only
Jump into any arms because you’re feeling lonely
Where is the love between two unshattered hearts?
Have we all lost our soul, or has the world’s values fallen apart?
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
In a heartbeat,
for a second ,
Life itself lies here
unshattered.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
I never saw that golden bird
far above, free and wild
all I saw was dirt
disorienting, inexpressive
holding onto everything and anything
that had lost its will to keep going
and some kept going, against the grain
against the shadows and the pages of their books
some shouted out not their thoughts
not their memories
not their knowledge
they screamed out in happy agony the world itself
as it revealed its character in their minds
on the other side of the wallowing horizon
lies a quiet storm
with gusts of wind that twist and spin
the confines of your home
unrelenting, the claws fall upon you
and your mind can but forget its theories
of how it all came to be
so nothing remains but an unshattered window
across which the colours whisper their dreams
of how it all seems
through a silent
truthful beam
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 3:50 AM UTC
To charge this matter, in all its chaotic fury, without a moment of peace and grace, leaves us battered in a heap of forgotten actions. A choice with no action, an action with no choice are both treasonous to our fate in that it takes no mercy in our results. We fight to keep a struggle under a sea of doubt, gasping for breath until we both fade into the waves. Falling miles from the sky with a determined landing of fatal execution, or being too high and left drifting in endless space. This is the choice I dissolve my being into. Do I leave behind the life I constructed through a limitless desire and burning fire or do I throw away ideas and plans for the chance to hold a reflection of an unshattered heart? Where does this breathe in my soul? How can I end insanity and the vanity? What lives beyond tomorrow when I can barely grasp today?
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
I stay awake awaiting sleep
or a reply.
the door keeps on knocking,
Friends to let the world in
And within my best interest.
I hide as the music plays on
only to answer as they walk away.
I deadbolt the door
only the want of a chime
And car alarms to keep me awake.
I want her to say it's all right
that I go for awhile
I want her to comfort and assure me
that it was a mistake
to leave him and that she doesn't need me.
And I want the guilt to stop rising
Throbbing
As the car doors keep slamming
as the front door keeps knocking.
I started out a friend
from the other side I came calling
And fed my own ends
only to beg for forgiveness
And hide behind my door
that remains unshattered
before I can rest
the porch creeps three times,
then once, sounds of wooden footsteps.
I shut out the light
And see a glow from a message
bury it in the couch
fore there is no happy ending
Only guilt and fear of truth
as the car doors keep slamming.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC