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what I'm left to feel
what's apart
won't be together again
what's broken
simply will not mend
I keep waiting for someone
to come in and yell at me
tell me 12 more times
I won't comprehend
I have nothing to guard me
nor a soft place to rest
my weary head
I'm surrounded by fragments
and clocks running out
would it be ok
to just run far away
beer bottles clank
like bumper cars
I use all my excuses
to glue back the shards
their drunken laughter
clangs in my heart
it's the only bell
to mark this time
this moment in crime
my insanity and tears
take strong hold of me
you insist I'm feeling sorry for myself
-some dark victory
I won't give in
and I'm walking away
I've lost and left all that I have
- don't steal another day away
their not yours to take
my vulnerability
it's not yours to break
it will be the only thing left
that's worthy in me
standing strong in the dust
after the quake
because if there's one thing I've learned
it's that you can't take beauty away
beauty remains and holds fast
it's too strong to diminish
even if you've diminished me in
one bad day
my heart is what's best about me
attack, do your worst
it will keep me lovely
and your gilt/guilt might weigh me down
me and my heart
might fall to the ground
but we'll be soft and we will stay
even when your hate tears you away
it's calm after the storm
and I'm determined after knowing your cold
to bathe in the sun and feel the warm
I am too tired
but I'm dragging myself along
step by step you can't stop me
I'm no baby, by all means drop me
I'll stand on my two feet
bid farewell to your defeat
I am simply
moving on strong
I enjoyed this
A Great start! Unfortunately you lost me a little at the end. The power of the previous moments seems to dissipate. I did very much enjoy the start.
A thing of beauty is a joy
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing...
John Keats
This was a nice read. I like your poetic expressions. Beauty in the form of poetry is often more lovely than a charming face. Although "women with beautiful faces find it easier to break mirrors."
UGH!
This passion!
Whew!
This is pure GOLD right here!
So many good lines in here:
"I'm surrounded by fragments,
and clocks running out." (Favorite<3)
"you insist I'm feeling sorry for myself
-some dark victory"
"don't steal another day away"
Ugh!
So good.
SMH, so damn good.
I've been here, and still sewing up pieces from dug out sutures.
You start to feel numb after awhile,
but sooner or later when your in the process of healing the emotions will rush back towards you.
Dragging you under while you beg for breath.
Loved, Loved, Loved!
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo