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Broken girl,
Shattered girl.
Pieces scatter,
She cries no more.
Heart of ice,
Surrounded by unbroken concrete.
Harsh words,
Loneliness,
Feeling like the only person in the world
Who cared,
Who feels dead inside.
Nothing left inside,
No more warmth,
No more love,
No more kindness to give
And unable to receive it.
Broken girl,
Shattered girl,
You'll cry again.
Tears of joy,
Tears of pain.
Every emotion still rages within.
Not broken,
Not shattered,
But simply too much to deal with.
Icy heart,
Concrete barrier,
Harsh words.
Ice melts,
Seeds are planted,
And concrete, so tough and strong,
Turns fragile as an eggshell,
Broken up with growth.
Harsh words hide the meaning behind.
Lonely no more,
You're living again.
Finding emotion again,
Acceptance is oh so difficult,
But you can manage,
Just as everyone else does.
Learn that you're not the only one
Who cared,
Who cares,
Who's lonely,
Who feels so empty,
Like there's nothing left.
Because you see,
Nothing can come from nothing,
There has to always be something there.
What's inside isn't some broken mirror,
Some chunk of crystal someone hacked to pieces.
What's inside is emotion,
Good and evil,
Conflicting always.
There can always be love.
Love can't just go away,
Won't just leave you.
There is always that memory of love.
Kindness is inside everybody,
The capacity to love,
The capacity to hate.
The capacity to break,
The capacity to heal.
Broken girl,
Shattered girl,
Not the only girl
Who just wants to feel whole.
Shattered girl.
Pieces scatter,
She cries no more.
Heart of ice,
Surrounded by unbroken concrete.
Harsh words,
Loneliness,
Feeling like the only person in the world
Who cared,
Who feels dead inside.
Nothing left inside,
No more warmth,
No more love,
No more kindness to give
And unable to receive it.
Broken girl,
Shattered girl,
You'll cry again.
Tears of joy,
Tears of pain.
Every emotion still rages within.
Not broken,
Not shattered,
But simply too much to deal with.
Icy heart,
Concrete barrier,
Harsh words.
Ice melts,
Seeds are planted,
And concrete, so tough and strong,
Turns fragile as an eggshell,
Broken up with growth.
Harsh words hide the meaning behind.
Lonely no more,
You're living again.
Finding emotion again,
Acceptance is oh so difficult,
But you can manage,
Just as everyone else does.
Learn that you're not the only one
Who cared,
Who cares,
Who's lonely,
Who feels so empty,
Like there's nothing left.
Because you see,
Nothing can come from nothing,
There has to always be something there.
What's inside isn't some broken mirror,
Some chunk of crystal someone hacked to pieces.
What's inside is emotion,
Good and evil,
Conflicting always.
There can always be love.
Love can't just go away,
Won't just leave you.
There is always that memory of love.
Kindness is inside everybody,
The capacity to love,
The capacity to hate.
The capacity to break,
The capacity to heal.
Broken girl,
Shattered girl,
Not the only girl
Who just wants to feel whole.
Literature
Brief Considerations
I have briefly considered burning.
Though always smouldering,
there was never quite a flame,
so to speak.
I have always been more
like a dim light,
glaring from a distance.
After lengthy consideration,
it has been decided that the
acrid stench would do me
no favours.
I have grown to accept
that I am no star,
no source of light
for the malcontent.
I am just one small light,
flickering, wavering,
barely existing;
Yet I carry on
and that is good enough
for now.
Literature
The Movement
We are the stardust
Of the broken
And the damned
We are the followers
Of angels
And of sinners
We walk alone
In fields of gold
And fields of green
We are the dreams
Of all the dreamless children
But, they say
I am different
And they say
We are not the same
Look up
Watch the sky
And listen
To all the cries
Of the alone
Who shriek in vain
We are part
Of a movement
Changing the world
In a matter of words
We walk alone
In step with others
Our brothers and sisters
Though we do not know
Today
We link arms
Away, away, away
We go
Illuminating the night
With the daylight
In our souls
Today
We form reality
Today
We form the world
In a matte
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Edited after randomly re-reading a bunch of my poems Really minor edits, just a few words here and there.
Edited after randomly re-reading a bunch of my poems Really minor edits, just a few words here and there.
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This is really good.