After all these years we're still remain.
In love with each other day by day.
Ups and downs have came in our way.
Storm and chaos we both regain.
So many pieces of brokenheart.
We still gather and make them intact.
We almost lost the love we'd found.
thought that will find it to somebody's arms.
But thank you for the broken heart.
Thank you for the pain and scars.
Those are the reason why I survive.
You're still the meaning of this life.
Call me crazy ,call me blind.
Shoot the bullet,hit my heart.
No one can tell me, I'm a masochist.
I am in love, a feeling I can't resist.
If this is wrong,I'm willing to risk.
'Cause love can't always be perfect.
No matter how many times we fall.
It's still you and me after all.
Categories:
brokenly, conflict, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Her beauty was envied by maidens in her town,
She sparkles like a diamond on her purest charm.
Her scent is like a honeysuckle stings on every man.
No one can replace the sweetness of her smile.
But beneath her glance is a broken flesh,
Torn memories happened when she was six.
She was molested by the hands of a beast.
Her future was brokenly impaired.
Time ran fast,she has bloomed to her finest.
A heart that's gold picked her up to a garden.
Trying to restore the broken pieces of her soul.
Her wounds have healed,a beautiful scar left alone.
She is a woman transformed in kintsukuroi hands.
A sense of vitality and resilience covered her soul.
She'd been broken but fixed with love and devotion.
She is shining like a nickled amorphous vial.
Walking in the aisle,her man is waiting for a vow.
01.06.2014
Categories:
brokenly, abuse, imagery, romance,
Form: Imagism
Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.
I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…
The shadows lurk in his mind,
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one.
The day is here.”
I manage a sorrowful smile
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.
As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…
“ He is sleeping.”
*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)
Categories:
brokenly, cancer, child, children, death,
Form: Free verse
Oh, I do hope that she goes along with me
In the woods, by the waves of the insane one
Maybe she will venture beyond brokenly
And maybe over the darkness and be gone
Perchance she’ll see me, exactly as I am
Man who’s devoted to taking the exam
Not just in lust, but with romance at all sides
We will be in love, passion we will abide
Russell Sivey
Categories:
brokenly, life, love, passion,
Form: Rispetto
Scarred eyes dulled from life's promises,
brokenly stare lost within sorrows clasp.
Deep stirring down in the darkness of sin,
seeded insanity takes hold.
Breaking through flesh,
tearing the surface desperate release.
The branches of misery ,
made from the bones of the weak,
etched in stark agony of every scream.
Piercing through fragile skin,
caressing curved beauty ,
darkness breaks free from within.
Embracing lovingly,
blood floods surfacing,
forever bound ,
to flow unheeded.
Categories:
brokenly, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Fingers tremble in the air and my sight is vision caught:
A lifeline stretch’s winding as the river deep,
It’s all an invisible net begins in my heart.
That’s me standing with an outstretched hand.
And you’re standing right in front of me,
Your trembling hand is almost touching mine.
We have lost the count of the days, all we do is waiting.
Look each other’s eyes with a brokenly feelings,
All we wish is to get that no one’s want to give.
And I fell; oh I feel all that ocean of yours
All your dreams and your thoughts,
The whole world that you carrying.
I saw it in your eyes you told me with no words,
An autumn nature slowly died
And only moon’s our silent witness.
Not even night could cover with the shadows those treasure.
I’m dying; I am slowly dying,
So desperately drown in the void.
Please help me you fill me with essence pure
That flows with songs of your heart.
But our tragedy’s hard to imagine
Because all that you want is the same.
Year’s passing by but you’re waiting the same sweet essence from me.
Categories:
brokenly, loss, me, autumn, me,
Form: Free verse
We met on the battlefield with a closed heart and open mind
Like a solider charging into battle we moved in totally blind
We commanded our passions our fears and our doubt
Winning or losing the contest is what its all about
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
We had a plan for this endearing battle
But we were both strong and our nerves did not rattle
You moved your feelings like pawns in a game
I fell for them and I’d never be the same
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
Both sides were affected in the first skirmish
With some overpowering hugs and a damaging kiss
We were both heart brokenly wounded but we wanted more
We counted the casualties and kept a close score
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
The struggle is over and we know our true desire
We stopped the attack and called for a cease fire
We signed a peace treaty and struck a bargain
Now were allies of love and I call you my best friend
Categories:
brokenly, lovewar, heart, conflict, heart,
Form: Rhyme
A red rose with thorny stem
In a pot above table
Suddenly falls brokenly.
However, saved by a man
Its beauty regained anew
Gifted to a lady love.
Categories:
brokenly, love
Form: Free verse
Sometime
In the willowy fingers of night
Reason shudders and escapes
Once immeshed in its' own intensity
Becomes
Bleached and pallid
Like moonbeams on the sea
Wave upon wave
Thought upon thought
After all the posturing
Bravado
Sinks brokenly into
Desperation
Until dawn beckons
Categories:
brokenly, angst
Form: Free verse
Lil white flakes falling to the ground,
Covering the dead roses all around.
Healing the wounds left by your knife,
Salvation for the poor, mourning girl's life.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
She kneels beside an old gravestone,
Remembering the skies her heart had flown.
Now that heart lies broken,
As she cries over your love token.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
Categories:
brokenly, lost love, heart, song,
Form: Lyric
I stand here silent there before you…. your tears, they mean nothing to me….
It seems as though you fear me…taking your life…?
Your life is so small and insignificant, it holds no meaning at all….
You soul is so corrupt, I want to cry at the beauty of it….
You have fallen into the despair of anger, and you have murdered someone
dear….
It sleeps dormant inside me, and as I wake it slows fades and rides away to
become lost….
Like a lullaby sung long ago it repeats brokenly….
Just like me, it is hollow….
I can’t wait until this suffocating pulse can be released….
And no one remembers your slowly fading memory….
This heart beat imitates life….
They seemed so dark and it held no gleam….
And yet, I had watched you and felt the stinging of water behind my eyes….
And when my lips touch yours slowly….
I realize I want to save you….
So I will slowly raise you up with me, into the cold arms, and warm fingers of my
heart….
So leave you’re last lullaby behind as you’re good-bye, and watch as I cry….
Categories:
brokenly, death, love, nostalgia, passion,
Form: I do not know?
Vast expanses of landscape
brokenly glimpsed
through darkened glass,
imposed behind the spectre
of my facial reflection;
out there in the wilderness
truth burns like a beacon,
faith sears like a branding iron,
history seethes in the rocks.
I see the galloping dead,
headless horsemen atop
lathered steeds,
pinion the malformed past
with their ghost weaponry;
feathers and buckskin trails,
displaced speed lines
beside the forked tongues
of endless highways leading
to the self-same deadening tomorrows.
Categories:
brokenly, introspection, life, nature, nostalgia,
Form: Blank verse