Broken heart
Lies don’t last
Tears don’t makes a river
You cut the rope holding our love
Sorry you can’t make it same size
Any more my dear
There is always a time to move on
Now I understand better
What it means to be a man
No matter how good you are
It can’t be a enough to keep a
Man out of pain
I blame no one but i cant just comprehend this agony of betrayal
Why this much sorrows
Why this much mental tortures created by lies
I remember the good times
I never forget your promises
I remember vividly your actions of Shame
I thought it pays to be good
You never broke me
All you gave me was just a
Broken heart
Doctor or Patient
The need is there
Being told by either
Is evident you care
In order to give
The thought
And or to Receive
Is Evident You Have Given
In order to receive
And or to Give
Another is with you
Caring
Sharing
Once was Distant
Never to forget the cause
But to embrace
The Healing Love
You Care
Confessions of a broken heart.
In the quit of the dark
The stillness the running of thoughts
The struggle to find clarity
In an environment built upon disparity
Rumors lies dishonorable acts
Fill the mind like panic attacks
At a crossroads a mental impass
Emotionally still attached
Direction to go is at a lack
Physically feel completely detached
As if in mourning someone who hasn't even passed
Hope remains for a second chance
For a love that doesn't freelance
A broken heart is capable of destroying
With ease the essence of being a man
Making it impossible for you to function
As it lays waste to your life's plan
Then slowly it begins to steal away
Your purpose and also your will to live
Continuing it's raid until you're depleted
In a longer have anything you can give
Your friends start to distance themselves
You believe its because you wear a frown
The truth is sinister and harder to believe
They're afraid you will pull them down
When you have nothing to call your own
In the world has labeled you as a bum
Even your family will create some space
Quietly ashamed of what you've become
A broken heart only has one desire in life
And that's to be able to hold you down
And the people you believed once cared
Ignore you and no longer come around
And then one day you realize you're alone
And nobody's there to lend you a hand
Your broken heart is trying desperately
To hold you forever under its command
Will you be able to stop from falling
To the deepest depths of this living hell
Will you be able to mend your broken heart
Or be another sad story that people will tell
I felt it break,
I saw the shards,
the frame hanging limply
in it's wake as it crashed down.
I never wanted anything but her,
so I kept the curtain open.
But now the glass shines, where it was
embedded deep inside my disembodied soul.
I try and try to pick up the pieces
but they cut at my skin.
I struggle through the pain
the glass still shines without her.
I can fix the shards
of the window
but there is nothing
left inside.
I could reach for the pieces
but all that would do is hide the tell-tale tracks
of a poisoned soul cut too deep,
to ever be whole.
The more I try
the more I scream.
That's the price
to ever love again.
Glass scattered
to the mist,
but that's what I get
for feeling this…
He recently told me about a rush of dreams
featuring his rapidly approaching end.
Dad comes from a long chain of seers
that has no link to me.
Broken mugs
And broken promises
A broken lamp
And broken knuckles
A broken TV
And a broken stack of plates
Broken drywall
And broken glasses
Broken bottles
And a broken door
This is a broken home
And my heart cannot break anymore
Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.
All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds the pieces, breathes them into form:
She births the sun from what was not a sun:
Let life begin.
she is alive
limbs like entangled serpents
an embryonic adult on canvas
who escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
his arm resigned decorates her shoulder
blind geckos scamper
¥
scamper open lidded lizards
they decorate her shoulder
stolen are all her paintings
her naked bed cold
canvasses half complete
entangled her limbs ache
alive she has her hat and black cat
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Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.
Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion can grow cold.
Sullen thoughts, a broken heart,
the sound of silence in the air,
lingering echoes of a closing door.
An overwhelming silence
that is only interrupted
by the shattering of a wine glass on the floor.
Love is a complicated feeling, they say,
Understanding its depth isn't like child's play.
But isn't love as simple as breathing, I ask,
Who knew that fate was planning a cruel task.
Love is liberation, salvation, they say,
But what about the ones drowning in gray?
What about the feeling that you could taint someone pure—
Their charm, their smile, their allure.
Love burns, love scars, they say,
But what can the shattered souls say?
How to explain that the broken can't be mended by the kind,
Because their fiercest enemy is their mind.
Love stories of forever and beyond, they say,
But some sit and watch the unfolding of that play.
Those are the ones who aren't sure about their days,
Because they are lost in an eternal haze.
May all the broken souls find love, I say,
But I know their road to love isn't child's play.
They carry the guilt of the purity they slew,
And unfortunately, that guilt drowns them too.
Broken Promises are the labour pains
that birth the words “I’m Sorry”.
Good intentions don’t ring the cash register.
Nor do they heal the wounds
that sutures have only temporarily closed.
when I watched my sister die after being hit by a truck
her blood red in the snow
something inside of me broke
I was shattered, a statue, unable to speak
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire that burned and somehow I healed
when my baby died at birth I was in a trance
as I held my still perfect baby
something inside me broke
I was a ghost of me, a sleepwalker, lost
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire that burned and somehow I healed
when my husband committed suicide
I kissed his lips with tears
something in him had broken, and I could not help
I wandered life looking for a reason to be alive
so broken ...but inside of me was a strength
a fire burned and somehow I healed
when grandma, dad and mom passed away
I felt like an orphan in this world
like a balloon floating with no direction
I had no one to hold me down, no anchor, no harbor
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire burned and somehow I healed
A Broken Kid
By Blossom Monyei
His dad doesn’t talk much,
He just grabs a bottle from the fridge, then walks away.
His mom doesn’t cry,
She only says she’ll take her child and go away.
One day… she did. ??
The boy asked,
“Am I really their child?”
He was young, but not blind,
They argued in front of him,
Not caring he was listening.
Now they’ve done worse—
They’ve split apart.
His mom took his hand,
And left.
—Blossom Monyei, the bleeding pen
There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.
I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”
Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.
Broken, I was losing my strong will,
but neither was I the type
who could just stand still.
I looked for others like myself; boldly
I bounced back, giddy, in junior high school,
where I formed bonds of gold.
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