Five days late…
His birthday almost forgot-
but not quite…
The hurt lingered deep.
A small package arrived
addressed to him--
Special
from Dad.
Inside: a watch.
A big boy gift,
for sure.
Gold and bright,
crystal light,
backstamped RollX--
a boy’s treasure,
for sure
Too large for his wrist.
No matter.
He would grow tall,
just like his Dad.
The watch was perfect,
just like it was,
Worn each day with pride--
a symbol
of genuine love and dedication…
How priceless
he was in Dad’s eyes…
Proof.
Scratches
and a flaking finish
didn’t matter.
Neither did
the crack across the face,
or the fact
that it always read
a bit after two.
A good polish--
and it was
good as new.
Like the day
he got it.
Five days late.
I stared into the mirror too long
And it finally broke beneath my gaze
Not from age, neither from accident
But the weight of truths I dared not face.
I saw a childhood in pieces
stitched together with borrowed faith
smiles that were survival
and joy that never quite fit.
I tried to imagine someone else
a better version
but the cracks revealed more
than I could ever hide.
Behind the splinters
a black hole not born of stars
but dug by my own hands
layered carefully to bury what hurt too much to hold.
I hate that reflection
not for what it shows
but for what it threatens to reveal
a truth I can’t unsee, the quiet contempt I carry
for the person I pretend to be.
Frail heart's are weak minded bigots
I felt this disturbance enter into the light
this cold dark cloud burning below zero
it sends the shivers coming from its shadow
The broken record begins scratching a surface
ingrowing putting the needle between words
sewn deeply rooted the reflection appears mirrored
frozen watching this crossover
it all happens without conflict in the company of wolves
Ripping to shreds rights and other human truths
a journey begins in order for us to open our eyes
to see we must start exercising to earn virtues of humility
Without Grace at the helm souls will sink
impurity has adopted so many bad habits
it hates to stop
inappropriately it sits back and watches the seed of destruction flourish
The Truth will rise from ashes of despair moulded
in the end we need to internally examine this shortfall
and overcome our weaknesses making progress acceptable
hence we can always live for a better future with God
My aims, this way achieved, I must atone.
A man, so old, my affections were sold,
and today, I find I am so alone,
inside resides a wilderness of cold,
at my interior, a heart of stone.
I'd like to think that it was made of gold,
with structural integrity, intact,
but can it ever be, now it has cracked?
cracked earth sings
thunder splits the sky
wild blooms tear through dirt and stone -
life screams into light
"Paint your words with pretty colors, as you paint your pretty eggs with color"
Before we know it,
Easter will bring a new outfit.
Colorful eggs will be here soon so don't blink,
dye your eggs~blue~yellow~purple~pink.
Pretty color eggs we will eat,
they taste much better than a red beet.
Oh no my new dress,
the egg made a big mess.
Cracked egg shells will be all over,
save some for the garden bedcover.
Pretty colorful flowers will soon takeover.
When life with barrenness deals
Her c-r-a-c-k-e-d heart frustration feels
Teen Felix got pissed as a newt
His actions he could not dispute
He pee’d in the sink
Caused by demon drink
What happened next he can’t refute
He perched on the sink for a dump
Brown faeces came out of his rump
The weight of his load
Made the sink implode
My brother I just want to thump!
I guess you're upset, but you've cracked me up
How will you manage when needing a scrub
Still holding my own
So put down the phone
It'll cost you too much to buy a bath tub.
Out of the crack, a life did rise,
A fragile bloom beneath the skies.
No gentle rain, no nurturing hand,
Just broken stones, a barren land.
But still, it fought, it clawed its way,
Toward the sun, it longed for day.
A tiny shoot, a will to grow,
A heart that hope would never forgo.
Like fragile souls, with spirits strong,
Who weather hardship all life long.
Though lost and lonely, cast aside,
Their dreams still bloom, a source of pride.
So let them rise, these broken hearts,
And find their strength in scattered parts.
For even roses, cracked and torn,
Can fill the world with beauty, born.
you want the commitment,
you want to be loved -
though, you need to know me,
in order for this to work out.
i need to be free,
to not clutch my wings,
do you understand me?
that's all that i need.
don't keep me updated,
don't share any words,
i'm easily bored,
that's all that i want.
shut up, keep it quiet.
don't say anything more.
i'm not interested
in none of your lore.
move on, just accept it,
i wont always be there,
as you're deciding
what to reply with.
but would you change your history?
would you do the impossible,
or continue to bore me?
A rippling ocean,
we just mirrored each other;
Smiling with the Moon
laughing uncontrollably,
cracked us into perfection.
I love the crack of light I see. It brings hope for you and me.
The old, cracked clay pots on the shelf
They've been there so long
I leave them there as a reminder
Life leaves deep wounds from wrongs
Some cracks are deep with crevices bold
Some so fine almost unseen
Those have been repaired hold the soul
But none can repair the genes
They are so old and unwanted now
Their shelf life ending soon
Their souls have been put through the fire
Only use is to be ground up and strewn
She wanted to change around the room,
Said the way it was only reflected gloom.
Stating the room needed a sunny aspect.
Trust me I was in no position to object.
Many of you men might understand,
This morning she had the upper hand.
Well, you see I stayed out late last night,
Forgot to ring and tell her I was alright.
When I got home, I got some evil looks,
So, I have work to get in her good books.
Moving heavy furniture from here to there.
“Don’t put it there! It’s where I want the chair.
Maybe we should put these three big chairs,
In the corner of Noah’s old room, upstairs”
The sofa weighs a ton. Lifting it, I hear a crack.
Oh, that’s done it. There goes my poor back !
Sponsor Anthony Biaanco
Contest Name cracked
10th March 2023
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