Best Breaking Down Poems
Our bodies, like machines, break down,
Their warranties expired,
So slowly we relinquish
Certain habits we’ve acquired.
The jog morphs into walking;
The glass of wine, a sip.
The dinners switch to “early birds”
At places not so hip.
The muscles and the joints get stiff;
We don’t move quite as fast.
A good night’s sleep is something
We remember from the past.
We visit doctors, hoping they
Can fix our aging parts
Which, with the help of meds, improve
But just in fits and starts.
Perhaps the future will include
A place that has displayed
Some younger versions of ourselves
So we can make a trade.
You have broken down the wall,
That I put up in my heart...
Apparently I didn't make it strong,
Strong enough to keep you out...
Cuz you got right through it,
Even without trying...no effort...
I guess I am so numb that I don't care...
Just please...I beg of you....don't hurt me...
I don't know if I can take it...
The next time I put the wall up,
It might never come down...
Truly my friends
My brothers,my sisters;
There is no need to search for love,only
A need to break down those barriers
Which restrain you from it...
Initial separation attempts
Are now in the past
I’m curious to see
How long this thing will last
Confused by new thoughts
And if emotions prove true
Where would that lead us
And what would we do?
My heart and soul are shaking
You amaze me without trying
You seem to really understand
My heart’s intricate design
You spark a fire inside of me
You enlighten my life, my ways
You’re the artist playing my heart strings
Upon which my emotion lays
Once an unrequited queen
My attempts to remain strong
Are broken down by what seems to be
Hearts beating the same song
Not knowing where life could take us
We pause to ask ourselves why
Were we chosen to be more than friends
Or simply passers-by?
As the door opens and behind me slams shut.
It was like someone punching me hard in the gut.
In jail is where I'll be for the next nine months.
This is where myself, I had no choice but to confront.
The doors slammed on all my dreams.
In my head, all I hear is my screams.
In this small room is where I'll do my time.
This is a true story, not one made up just to rhyme.
Locked up for nine months in one space.
Alone with my thoughts and life I had to face.
This wasn't a jail cell, it was more like a tomb.
One in which I died, but was reborn from this womb.
When I got out, nothing was given to me.
I earned everything I have and everything I'll be.
No door was opened with people saying come on in.
I had to open them myself, and break them down to win.
I made up for the person I was, and the mistakes I made.
I became someone to be remembered, I will never again fade.
Some doors aren't made to be opened, but to be ran through.
I broke down my own doors, now I just want to know, can you?
You’re scaling an invisible wall
Dissolving statues in desert sands
Please catch me before I fall
Iron grip slowly slips from my hands
Breaching steel barricades
Toppling false regimes I've built
Grounding moors in afternoon shades
Trample on my blooming guilt
Toppling false regimes I've built
Please catch me before I fall
Trample on my blooming guilt
You’re scaling an invisible wall
The day has come to hear the inner voice
Once whispering now yelling it out loud,
The time has come to make a simple choice,
Or drown in shame and forget to be proud.
For years it has been tugging at my heel.
Until I kicked it down and turned away,
Too scared to face the truth and how I feel,
The time for love would come another day.
Yet now the day has come and I feel fear,
Afraid of passion taking o’er my heart,
All senses lost as thoughts now fall apart
But worse, the fear of not having her near.
All barriers broken by her sweet touch,
For her, the girl I love beyond too much.
Form: Australian Sonnet
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
Breathing in the plague of all the vermin
Nauseated stomach and bile on my chin
Lips begin to crack from dehydrated skin
Follicles die out so my hair starts to thin
Hard to move forward when my head only spins
Hallucinations of bright lights and shiny sequins
These days are already over before they begin
My mind rests in pain with all of the aspirin
While drowning out my system with tonic & gin
These days are already over before they begin
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
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As I'm standing in the shower
The water changes cold
Now head hid in the corner
Some tears start to mold
But I don't cry 'cause it's freezing
The chilly water just made me crack
Stacked on top of everything
And I try to choke sobs back
I can't let anyone hear me
I've never tried to whine
So I'll just suffer silently
Acting like I'm just fine
And in fact I've played myself
Denial to depression
Pretended I had happy wealth
And joy in my possession
And who am I? To focus on me?
Though it's a lie and truly fake
Others can have it just as badly
So I shouldn't fuss for their sake
So I take a deep and long inhale
Not wanting to open my eyes
To see the ugly truth unveiled
Just to put on my disguise
December 2009
Slowly one’s life like my rich ancient culture slowly breaks down/
All parts of my traditional sculpture peace taken down/
I’m a twenty-first century reservation war camp inmate I don’t know why I keep getting the shake down/
I was once filled with change until I experienced the greed and money of the American influenced reservation hate now/
Life young was once but no longer great now/
I wanted to at least finish school or college or get a real job but it seems like it’s almost too late now/
With certainty I’m going to leave my hood but now people are telling me to stay now/ Jail keeps getting me but prison is not too far away to stay out/
Life’s road is to uncertainty is paved out/
Before me a path righteousness of opportunity laid out/
Like fast food , I’m surely on my way out/ Life’s ready for me now I better take out/
Fresh ready for a dip in the ocean’s lake out/
I’m mustn’t give in no more because where I’m from has taught me to make it a must that I take now/
Dreams are made every day but more often than not dreams continue to break now/
Life is a piece of steak it’s no longer a cake now/
Leaves scattered throughout my life I better grab the rake now/
I better hold my own because I know my soul called friends but especially family can still betray now/
This is my life, this is my destiny, this is my fate now/
I got to be more real with my life I got to stop trying to be fake now/
Because In the end where I’m from it all slowly like my culture, like my life around here ……its breaking down.
I’ve chosen a hard road
One full of slings and arrows
Regrets about what happened yesterday
Anxieties over tomorrow
I’m teaching the words
To children who don’t care to hear
Enforcing the code of discipline
Before morality disappears
I’m walking a hard road
Surrounded by ice and fire
Deciding between responsibility
And quenching my desire
I’m writing the words
For Johnny Who Don’t Wanna Read
Carving my memoir into the cave wall
Where ain’t nobody freed
The path of greatest resistance –
The frontier, never taken –
How can I gain my foothold
when my confidence has been shaken?
I travel a hard road,
Even though I seldom leave home
The ones indentured to their thoughts
Are among the last to roam
I’m preaching the word
To a fantasy-congregation
Still, I will share my testament
If for a glimmer of salvation
The boy ran toward the bedroom door as the smell of smoke rose into the air
The alarm went off and the scream of gasoline echoed into the hall
He ran- jumped- dived as the loudest boom went off
Shaken and stunned he burst to the living room
opening the door my still lead to certain doom
it flung open as he jumped onto his back
big men charged in only to be attacked
his father yelling swears and bashing heads
a lead pipe as his weapon and a gash in his hand
he told the boy to go but it was to late
the next wave of men came in pursued
the boys father was beaten to death very soon
The boy crawled though one of the men's legs
and ran until his feet gave out and he started to run again
a black car pulled up to screeching stop in front of the child
the driver got out and opened the back passenger side
throwing the boy in and driving away
to a violent camp not mentioned to the world
they held him captive in handcuffs of light
he walked down a long hallway
with guards on both sides
when he got to the room
the guards left him the door
so he was now alone in the big black room...
A man sit by a fire signaling the boy to move forward
and by the time he arrived the conversation was over
The man wore a suit of military honor and status
For he was the starter of this whole disaster
He addressed himself as Orian Glow
and the boy stared into the eyes of his foe
he was thrown into a cell with almost no air
he scratched into the wall "Life's not fair"
looking out the window and crying to sleep
thinking about his father and wanting to escape
the moon shone bright and the transport came
the ride was long until the sirens rang
the driver and guard ran to the building
as the prisoners ran off to the fencing
the boy crawled under and the others caught
he ran and ran to the next building lot
a library abandoned but the doors where locked
the boy used his handcuffs to break open the lock
the doors flung and he ran in to hide
the smell of books and dust was all to find...
It is no small act that follows
no leaps nor bounds
as we are bound
the square, white-washed walls
crumbling, no doors, no sound
but who are we
are we not what one perceives
stuck to our one room box
we break down walls
chains
colour splashes from our minds
deep duck pond greens
clouded and clumsy periwinkle blues
rich like yellow satins
seducing our sky
dawning light down upon our eye
the back, the forth
smoke filled haze
tapping on the shoulder
a tapestry of the trumpets
tip tapping away
we sway
outside the room
pressures pierce the skull
they look inside
they see mirrors
a reflection of their kind
their closed mind
set in their ways and their worries
the world has ended for them
as the books and the doors shut
clenching rosaries and a plethora of pills
to beat the heart or dull the thrills
we're no dolls, nor drills, not make believe
we burn, we live, we breathe
our colours crimson
our lips bitten
our cheeks singed from the sun
blood stains our sanctuary
we don't whine, we will
yes we will
Rise
rise up from the duldroms
the blase acrimony
walk upon the broken glass
bleed
unhook harnesses holding you back
show off your bosoms
your tiger, your grit
stop bending over looking at your rear
trying to replicate yesteryear
storms are fast approaching
thunder fills the halls
be that lightning
a tempest igniting
One, uniquely one,
and all
I've tried many times To not cut, To not fall into teptations you single handliy abolished whatever piece of my heart was left you see the struggles i've been through but you still leave me like i'm nothing I'm sorry for existing I'm sorry for loving you I'm sorry for having you to love me I'm sorry for all the struggles I've put you through But what i'm most sorry for is wasting your time I'm sorry that i can't live up to expectations I'm sorry i broke down I tried to hold out, To be strong, but i physically and mentally can't I'm sorry i can't be the ideal perfect girl everybody makes me out to seem I'm sorry you can see my scars but that's the only thing beautiful about me I've totally lost control Don't know where or how to start Don't know if i want to start , maybe i should just give up I cry too much , too many tears in only a short time I'm sorry I couldn't put on my fake smile, I just can't find it anymore However what I'm sorry for the most is affecting you and everbody I'm sorry for getting into your head and heart And once again I'm sorry for apologizing too much
Is this really any way to live?
Just making it through the day by day,
I don't let any other get in my way.
I never even consider finding another to fill the void,
I just allow my heart to die,
I don’t even want to try.
I guess I find it easier to deal with the pain,
I build this mile high wall,
I don't let anyone close enough to even attempt to make it fall.
Some days I just break down with the pain of being alone.
Do I really want to do this all by myself?
Do I really want to keep my emotions bottled up on an unreachable shelf?
Most days I stand up independent and strong,
I do what I have to do to be the person I have to be,
I shrug off the thought that I"m not allowing myself to just be me.
All that I can see is more pain if I let someone in.
I'm so tired of being abused,
I can not ever again go through being used.
I’ve become secluded to save myself from the chance of any more pain.
The emptiness from that seclusion is deafening,
I wish there was a way to just make me forget about everything.
I want a a day of pure emotional freedom,
I want to feel alive again,
I want to get back my dreams and allow my heart to mend.
How can I move on when I’ve can’t even destroy my own emotional protection?
Attempting to knock down the wall just turns my heart into stone,
I just end up feeling even more alone.
I guess for now I'll just continue to live my life.
I'll find a way to get through the day by day.
Maybe I'll allow someone to come along and try to knock down my blockade.