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I made her broken
today she is a part of melancholy, rubbing against
a part of melody, attempting to make a poem.
and tonight, she is merely this: a piece of ass.
to fall in wet splinters from fragmented clouds, sailing across a
praetorian sky, guided by a wind that wayward blows, is to be the
rain. she who walks under tumbling icelings to scour remarkable
tears from her face, dragging broken desires & the hardships of
common days in her wake, is to be a woman. a woman in the rain.
they fly to me like fallen angels who were safe in the arms of heaven
until they encountered my desolate tales. they want to know the
secrets of my passion, & their white gowns come off easily. we spend
intimate nights that fade when the spell or a heart is broken; they
find their wings & are gone, & I’m alone again…
…till the next angel falls.
and she, she was not so different from me. we have loved someone, &
someone has loved us. we have danced with the decadent & slept in
straw beds, & we understood how the broken things remain beautiful.
if I could gather the parts that she gave freely, the parts I stole for the
craving of my nefarious pursuits, her hidden sorrows, the pieces of her
clandestine heart that prevailed; if I could stitch those parts together,
I would have a whole woman.
her song has one refrain: unlock my heart, captive of love that binds
us, though we are each alone on separate sides of the horizon. beat
down the door, leave me broken, & somehow I will come to you.
take away these chains.
to which I respond
Tereska…
(Artist unknown)
Published 14th Sep 2016
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14th Sep 2016 11:00pm
14th Sep 2016 11:04pm
Wow,John,you're always good for a tear or two,
This was so beautiful and I loved how the art captured the shades of your words.
Another blue masterpiece....
This was so beautiful and I loved how the art captured the shades of your words.
Another blue masterpiece....
15th Sep 2016 00:03am
I'm not often on DU anymore.
But your poetry is one of the reasons why I always come back.
Amazing poetry you create. It's not only the content but the choice of words as well.
Breathtaking, John :-).
But your poetry is one of the reasons why I always come back.
Amazing poetry you create. It's not only the content but the choice of words as well.
Breathtaking, John :-).
15th Sep 2016 8:09am
you are always so... unapologetic...
& this is heartbreakingly beautiful, mister feddeler
xo
& this is heartbreakingly beautiful, mister feddeler
xo
15th Sep 2016 9:24am
"they fly to me like fallen angels who were safe in the arms of heaven
until they encountered my desolate tales. they want to know the
secrets of my passion, & their white gowns come off easily. we spend
intimate nights that fade when the spell or a heart is broken; they
find their wings & are gone, & I’m alone again…
…till the next angel falls. "
John these lines hit my heart i'm such a fallen angel as these..
you weave such sweet seduction for us broken ones..
love Crim
until they encountered my desolate tales. they want to know the
secrets of my passion, & their white gowns come off easily. we spend
intimate nights that fade when the spell or a heart is broken; they
find their wings & are gone, & I’m alone again…
…till the next angel falls. "
John these lines hit my heart i'm such a fallen angel as these..
you weave such sweet seduction for us broken ones..
love Crim
15th Sep 2016 5:22pm
it as almost as if the line 'till the next angel falls' determines the difference between poetry and reality.
15th Sep 2016 11:32pm
and she, she was not so different from me. we have loved someone, &
someone has loved us. we have danced with the decadent & slept in
straw beds, & we understood how the broken things remain beautiful.
Like-minded is the rare reflection that we see ourselves in through other people.
Tereska...
someone has loved us. we have danced with the decadent & slept in
straw beds, & we understood how the broken things remain beautiful.
Like-minded is the rare reflection that we see ourselves in through other people.
Tereska...
16th Sep 2016 3:15am
16th Sep 2016 11:24pm
Her chains melt away as she reads you. If she's broken, the fragments lie in your hands. Now you can make her whole.
Anonymous
19th Sep 2016 4:42am
Sir John, nothing more beautiful then when broken comes together....
"and she, she was not so different from me. we have loved someone, &
someone has loved us. we have danced with the decadent & slept in
straw beds, & we understood how the broken things remain beautiful."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"and she, she was not so different from me. we have loved someone, &
someone has loved us. we have danced with the decadent & slept in
straw beds, & we understood how the broken things remain beautiful."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
