Of Broken MirrorsI'll write a story out of you one day.Of Broken Mirrors6 years ago in Short Stories
And it won't be one of those gushy love stories you know the ones. The ones I used to write for you all the time. The ones about your eyes, your freckles, the way you held me when I was alone.
This one's going to be about your escape.
I was never quite sure what you were escaping from. It could have been me. It could have been your abusive mom, your alcoholic good-for-nothing dad, it could have been that bratty little kid down the street. But I don't think it was any of those things, not really.
I think you were escaping from your cat.
He still meows at night, you know. As if he's waiting for you to come back. But it's a dejected kind of meow, an I-knew-you'd-do-this-eventually-you're-your-father's-son kind of meow. He still tears up your pillow case once in a while and hides in the deep pocket of your sweatshirt that I left hanging in your closet the night you left. I used to change the pillow cases after your cat ripped them up, but then I
alcohol fumes and broken hearts .Kids stumbling through the crowd,alcohol fumes and broken hearts .4 years ago in Free Verse
their veins filled with so much wine
evaporating through their skin.
Sharing sloppy kisses,
searching for meaning in the embraces of strangers.
I light myself another cigarette -
the only thing I'm kissing tonight.
I've tried it all a million times
and I know that
no amount of drunken kisses
A broken heart.A broken heart, births great art––A broken heart.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
it bleeds you dry, but as you sigh, cry, and whimper goodbye…as you think, and slowly sink, your soul drips ink, over tattered pages, as you blink––
away your tears, writing for minutes to wash away years, drinking beers, until your fear; disappears––
for at least one more night, void of light, illuminating your now tainted, fainted, no-longer-delight–– it took flight, it caught alight, it didn't fight, no longer in sight––so now you write.
You say what you couldn't, perhaps what you shouldn't, you wouldn't––
have understood before, now you're on the floor, done for, needing more, hurting deep within your inner-core, locking every single door-–
from emotion, commotion, it's all in slow motion, your lost in an ocean––
of your very own sorrow, you borrow a tomorrow, but just for today, there must be a way, that doesn't weigh––
you down to the gro
Glass HeartIt's broken after you threw it on the floorGlass Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Cracks are evident, shattered at the core
Shards of me splintering as my glass heart breaks
I never realized how little it takes
My perfectly sculpted masterpiece of a soul
Is now black like unused coal
So many little pieces, will they fit back together?
Will my glass heart ever feel better?
Sharp to the touch, I must leave it broken now
If I'll love again, I don't know how
Broken HeartI can feel itBroken Heart5 years ago in Philosophical
-this malfunction of my heart.
It is the queerest of feelings.
The beat of one's heart is so basic, common and essential
-but generally goes by unnoticed.
Until it is gone.
(A similar feeling happens with air, and the lack of it, I suppose.)
The beating is powerful and the lack is psyche shattering.
I hate when it stops, of course,
the world stops too.
Well, for me anyway.
(Probably not for you.)
But I wait,
every cell, nerve ending and memory
acknowledging the fact
But, so far
it begins again.
This time anyway.
I can only hope-that
next time it is the same.
So, this should explain me a bit.
The way I grab life by the shoulders
and kiss her full on the mouth.
(This is why I dance, read Neruda, play piano, seduce with words, pursue a perfect day, sacrifice much for my children, continue attempting to capture the beauty of nature with my Nikon, and eat not one, but two, Dark Chocolate cupcakes with homemade Strawberry Frosting.)
broken hearts-broken dreamsyou do not know what you've done,broken hearts-broken dreams10 years ago in Free Verse
your words can scar my soul,
a world is lost,
a dream is gone,
how can i carry on.
a broken heart is hard to fix,
i thought you said you loved me,
was it a lie,
can you not see without you i shall die,
will you miss me,
do you care.
how blind must you be,
i still trust you,
i still love you,
you were my hopes and dreams,
i know i'm already forgotten,
so this shall be farewell.