Broken Poems
The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
My Forever Shining Star...
by Raina Hutchins
All the oceans in the world
Can’t hold the tears I’ve cried
Nothing in this world
Can take away this pain inside
I can’t believe you’re gone from me
I can’t believe its true
I never wanted memories
I only wanted you
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Final Goodnight
by Haych Nano
tonight when i close my eyes
i watch in horror as my father dies.
it's only the truth, i share no lies
lying on my bed my heart cries.
night after night, all i do is lay and weep
a years gone by and still no sleep.
all i ask is a night off from this pain
instead i hit the bottle as my eyes begin to rain.
the room spins as the whiskey takes over
you died an alkie, maybe i should of stayed sober.
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The Broken Angel
by Nirav Khanal
On the dark and gloomy night
Walking down the lonely trail
As if she was destined to fail.
With no clear destination in her mind
Escaping from something
Maybe it’s from her past.
With all the heartbreaks and scars
She wears her beautiful smile
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Stumble
by Frangipani Rhett
I drive home from work like I do every day
Wishing I could just run away
To a place with a beach and a big sun shade
Instead of walking through the door
I can see her dream of a better place
Where in her dreams she doesn't get chased
But every time I ask she just brushes aside
The fact that she just can't brush her traumas away
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The Mirror Cracked
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The cracked mirror in the corner of the room holds the image of a gloomy face. Small shards that bounce faintly, like memories that are hard to escape.
Every crack holds a story, about a wound that is slowly healing. There are tears trapped there, in silence that swallows all sound. In a mirror that is no longer intact, you reflect your fragile self.
But in every broken piece of you that is opened, there is strength in accepting the wound.
You taught me the meaning of sincerity, in your cracks that don't seek perfection. Because life is not about looking beautiful, but accepting cracks as part of grace.
Different hearts
by Raven Quigley
What's the difference
Between a beaten heart and a broken heart
One is pushing forward in pain
The other one is dead
Archives of you
by Teodora M
To this day, I've never written about you,
Not a line, not a word, not a clue.
Where to start? What to say?
Our story was brief,
but you've haunted me for such a long time
We had our own language, you and I,
A secret script that no one else could decode.
Now, in every face, in every laugh, I search for a sign of you—
the sardonic smirk, the biting wit, the maddening charm.
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getting rid of them
by Aaliyah Time
You've been with me for way too long
your welcome has been over-extended
You are always somehow pissed off at every little thing
You're jealous even though you won't directly say it
You and I never should have been close, none the less mutual
Because people like me and people like you will never get along
We are like oil and water to different mix
too stubborn to ever truly back down
and to even consider the other's words
You twist and turn every argument we have and make me confused, and dizzy inside my head
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Fathers Funeral
by Haych Nano
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
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