Best Brittleness Poems

I’ve tasted betrayal before just like I have tasted lies
but each time it’s so bitter, the taste always a surprise.

I cannot expel this sickness you left to rot in my soul
the brittleness of your lies that made you lose control.

So I am left no resolution...

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The heart sheds its own tears
Sorrowed by life’s unfairness
As the hazy mist clears
Anguish carries stark bareness
Brokenness, deep despair
Hope hanging slim by a thread
Loneliness, hard to bear
Happy face masks are soon shed

The heart has its own fears
Borrowed from life’s fickleness
Pain that gently appears
Testament to brittleness
Wretchedness, feeling...

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The clamor heard 
In the urgently raucous awakening of Spring
Slowly dies down
During the lethargic sibilance of Summer,
But quickly revives
With the crunchy tanginess of Fall,
Only to be subdued again
By the crackling brittleness of Winter.
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(Verse)
Brittleness, in body and in mind.
Defenseless it seems, but you'll find
A springiness in here, unexpected.
A strength in crippled body, unabated.

(Chorus)
Believe in this:
I'll say again
Don't ever miss
My frisky brain.
I bungee jump,
Fall low and then
- After a bump -
Come up again.

(Verse)
When I am in a hospital next...

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And a pair of those little feet were stepping
Cheerfully, treading each period which was carrying her somewhere nowhere
A fragmented laughter echoed from all angles hailed her name

For she is the apple of her father's eyes...

She grew with everything 
As if born with beautiful wings, which...

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Stepping out from the burrow
Scratching the hidden persuasion
The soul which has long groaned in solitude
Will it be re-confined to the misery?

One who awakens by the brittleness of elegy
Eroded by the existence of sinless soul
For a moment it became oblivious to time
For a moment it elapsed...

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I the one who took a shelter in your brittleness
Who was hiding behind your tears
The covert strength which overwhelm your weakness
I am the sunbeam reversed to your darkness

Your tears are my wounds
The clatter of your journey is an obvious scratches
Which frequently seize my heart
And these...

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Oh, if I could quickly bare witness to God's perfect hand in life renew.
Oh, if I now could bare witness to his wondrous seasonal debut.

Oh if spring would come and release my body from the frigid fingers of winter.
The touch of it is not tender.

Let...

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mornings are a mother’s mirror,
merciless in clarity
and hideous in reflection;

as I pass doors, now closed.
the patter of feet
resounding in nothing but echo;

the sun highlighting a calendar
casting shadows on beginnings,
while leaving endings, hanging
in terminal silence.

my bosom heaves, for it is dry;
arms aching
with the weight of emptiness;

hindsight...

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Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?

Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist *****sapien on brink
viz self destruction,

asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish conspiracy linkedin with tragedy
namely sinister predestined plan to shrink
terrestrial realm...

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You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?

The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded...

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   I feel it in the air- the winds of change.
Short days are darker, and cold nights are long.
   Unlike that phase of spring that did arrange
for skipping in the meadows with a song.

   The winds...

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I take the world's pain.
Reflexively 
Unconsciously 
With such great facility
The globe's own personal Giver

Autologous torment on the other hand
Hides in a maze of inaccessibility. 
It is hazy, out of focus
Like a distant memory of a past dream

Oh, but external pain 
Beckons with a frequency only...

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maybe it's true what they say
stress can kill
but maybe it's not always true  how 
why don't we talk about the slow process
of deterioration
of metal in the elements
rusting into brittleness
the way stress
is water
and the mind
is titanium, strong at first
until water pours over
and rust builds
until it...

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Can you read the jagged story in my eyes
The scars and burns on my hands
It speaks of eons drowning below the depth's of one's misery
To be against the Abon tides
People built their personal kingdoms to rise above
To stand upon an ancient dynasty
All I ever needed...

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