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Thoughts Of The Breaking Heart

AtoMikbomb
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 1st Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 141

Findings Of A Felon

I'm not content
spilling roses into cans
like trash
compacting crushed contracts
making contact with
thirsty
hurting hearts
& smashing their beats dead
in my hands

When mine is gashed
edges slashed & raw
pooling plasma where
grudges lashed it
with squalid claws

There is no hope
for those with open souls
issuing bruises
when truly
they need
salvage from the Sewer
to come
& stitch them closed
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suzzieb
Lost Thinker
United Kingdom
Joined 19th Nov 2017
Forum Posts: 1

BROKEN HEARTED

Why weren’t you there  you should have been
You weren’t there
When I told my family you would be!
My knight in shining amour
needed treating for rusty overnight
My so called soul mate had
forgotten he had another half!
 
Oh how I wish you had been there!
Through all my tremors and my pain
When my life had lost all meaning
my mind was in  such distress
I wandered around like a ghost
 
I always thought that you would be
‘The One’ to sleigh my dragons
You raised me from the fiery pits
of hell
rocked me back to health
Safely in your arms
only to push me back in
loving you was my sin
 
You weren’t here at the cold dawn
Warm arms wrapped around me.
It was not your car I heard
As I staggered to the window
Eyes swollen from grief and loss
 
The voice I heard through sedation
In the hospital, was not yours
You were not arriving
To take me to home
Your lies came to trick
 
I would have walked on broken glass
Stared Lucifer in his face
Starved and suffered just to know
You were alright, not left your side
From daybreak to daybreak
 
But oh my God! No matter how I view it
No matter how I try to analyze
Your sudden withdrawal from my loving arms
The facts that speak for themselves
You weren’t there!  
You were with your other family instead.
The broken me, lays upon the floor.
Tricked, torn and tattered,
How did I not know.
You were the Lucifer in my bed.
my poor shattered corpse lays cast aside
My poor broken heart.
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 151awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1844

I Cry Here

The pain is something I can’t describe,
Lingering inside,
As if the world is about to end,
And then it doesn’t it,
Yet still my will and spirit
 Are beaten into the depths of hell.
No I can’t explain the hurt,
But it’s deep within my heart,
As if it’s bottomless,
As if the light went out of me
 And out of my soul,
Everything that was once bright,
Is now immersed in a darkness,
Dense and obscure
 And it won’t let me breathe.
I’m unable to express the ache,
The stinging pain,
This terrible agony,
The feeling in my heart
 When I believe you belong with me,
But it seems the circumstances,
The chances and the fates say otherwise.
 So I cry here, broken.

DeadiAm
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 10th Nov 2017
Forum Posts: 9

The Euphoric Pain of Memory

Entombed in the cold ground -
The deep snow piled above thee, benumbed.
Far, far removed.
Have I forgotten my once former love?

Severed at last by time.

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over ranges, rivers, and shores
Resting their wings where hedge and fern-leaves cover
Thy gentle heart forever, evermore.

Sweet love of youth, excuse if I forget thee
While the tide of life is pushing me along
Firm desires and darker hopes beset me,
Hopes though unclear, cannot do thee wrong

No other light has illuminated my darkness
No other star has ever shone for me;
No other joy has lightened up my sadness,
No other, for my love as ideal,
No other more than she.

But when the days of paradise had perished,
And even despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how life could be cherished,
Enhanced, and nourished without the aid of joy

Then did I examine the tears of useless passion -
Detached my young soul from yearning after yours;
Firmly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to a grave, not mine, but to yours.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's euphoric pain;
Once drinking deep from life's pool of anguish
How could I seek the empty world again?

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