Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
......
My great big heart was waiting to see the stampede.
You’d send Honesty, Loyalty and Grace.
I’d hear the brass trumpets, feel the notes press against me,
filling all my spaces within.
Days have passed,
the summer frozen in July.
I stay bathed in shining armor,
burning brightly to light your way.
You can find me, re-see me.
......
You may give me strife
But you may not have my life--
My body, my sanity,
Uncontrolled in your vanity,
Think you can take what you want
No regards to me
I put up a front
Because you can take my freedom
But you can't take my pride.
......
you were meant for me,
but not as the love of my life like i wished,
not as the hand to hold through the storm,
but as a lesson etched in the cracks of my heart—
to never trust the warmth of the sun
without questioning its burn.
you came softly,
like whispers in a quiet room,
like the first snowfall, pure and weightless,
......
i was the moon, soft and steadfast,
lighting the way when the world grew dark,
whispering light into heavy hearts,
a quiet companion, never too far.
i cheered for the stars as they blazed their trails,
watched them shine and heard their tales.
i clapped for the sun, so bold, so bright,
though it never turned to share its light.
......
Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
......
The mermaid's voice echoes across the sea
Her singing is sweet as a piece of chocolate
Melting slowly in yr mouth
But when you get closer, it is evil like someone
Who wants you dead
Drowning with her grabbing yr legs
Until you get out a knife and cut free from her hold
As you escape to the shore
You are exhausted
However, thankful, you are
......
the anger within me thrums deeply,
the way she speaks to others so sweetly,
and then turns to me and—
monster is all I use to describe her; double-tongued.
she cuts my skin deep with a silver dagger,
blood flowing as I try to run but instead I stagger
it anchors me down and weighs me under,
digging deeper with every move and blunder
......
tranquil like the ocean at dusk
in tune with the push and pull of the moon
and when the sea breeze comes smelling of musk,
it curls and whispers into my ear 'soon'
and when I hear it I recall when I once felt relief,
not really looking nor thinking that the next day
it would shift and turn into an overwhelming grief;
how it then felt as if what was torn hadn't been my trust–
but rather a broken wing and I am then hit with dismay
......
I torture myself with these thoughts ,
Trying to make sense of me crumbling ,
A strong enough breeze could turn me to dust ,
But the wind is stalling it’s just dark and cold ,
I’m surrounded by a cage of broken glass ,
Picking up pieces of myself cut me little by little,
I’ve be played with broken & left for garbage ,
Once treasured with care , affection and love ,
......