Broken HeartAfter spending so many yearsBroken Heart6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
And shedding so many tears
i just realized that i need some time so i can grief
These nights I spent alone made me believe
Why would I give up ,and leave??
it hurts when you feel that you are a clown
Smile for the people while I was burned from the inside
And watch your dreams slowly drown
Yes it's just hurts to feel like a clown
When you forget how to smile
and pretending to be strong
when you are like a snow flake so pure and fragile
It is really funny how the sincerity of words
when they comes from a sad and broken heart
it really hurts when you know that this is the end
and no one is going to remember you neither the family nor your closest friend
it really hurts to live seeking for the motive in this life
And looking for the missing hope to survive
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 HeartsBroken heartsBroken Hearts7 years ago in Free Verse
Can't be mended
With a stolen hammer,
Nor fixed with
Into the crest
Wishing for an end.
But it never comes.
That nameless fear:
On the back
Of unrelenting sorrow.
Fall into your hands,
Where words craft
A bridge to nowhere.
That's exactly where you are.
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
Stitches To A Broken HeartAdding stitches to my broken heart,Stitches To A Broken Heart8 years ago in Free Verse
Cold blood breaking through me,
Two halves held together by blood thread,
Few crocked, few straight, few crossed,
Broken seems along all sides,
Scars always left behind,
This is my heart on the inside.
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
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.)