Damaged hearts fall on the silence
of the rambles of twisted feelings
winding their way up dead trees
reaching back to slash intentions
a kiss for the bandage
a hug for the heal
and a heart for the appeal
-me
If a tear falls in an empty house with no one to hear it, then does it make a sound?
The Mirror of M. cCmndhd
She doesn’t have a picture of what she lost
to look at from the bridge or the tree
using it to conjure a failed memory
But shattering the thought,
why she came, why she stayed,
why she persisted, and why she failed?
The silence remains, she is lost in her head
the shelves are burdened, and liable to fall
wishing she could make a call
The pain begins an apathetic glow
she walks with smiles, but cries alone
only holding photographs, and keeping her arms clean
They say “you’re stronger than you think”.
“see, you’re here in session with me”.
But when the cycle turns
the tissue holding this heavy burden
will dissappear, as the first tears fall
-me
When i was young i feel on my head
My family thought i must be dead
When the ceiling came down
with grit and sound
My family thought i must have drown
When day shook night
i lost my sight
My family thought i must have died
When i lay and lay
with nothing to say
My family thinks i must have passed away
-me
like a school girl; i get a flutter of wings inside
finding beauty singing forth from your heart strings
as you bare pieces of your soul for me
which i cherish and protect
lest they may be made whole again
if our paths shall ever cross
and if not
I shall keep them hid away forever
finding contentment in their warm beauty
with each facet reflecting your beautiful eyes
-me
feet patter above the pebbles of stars falling slowly with clouds closing softly
over breeze delicately lifting with only a hinderance of seventy and two
as the cold earth air ventures forth to replace it filling the cracks around
what may be thirty-six or may be seventy and two as well along
Very very silent very very dark very very very still verry verry sad very very gone
-me
ONE DAY
phishing for scenes
whishing through doubts
into bubbling gardens of zen
smiling with the crackling seeds
falling into streams of blue sky
trickling through broken conversations
weaving through the past fall
of the pages unspoken yet
leaving in silence
broken by comforting voices
disappearing into the night
light of the house so comforting
pain of impulsiveness only a moment
with them and time to think
about why
-me
drifting filigree unabel to find the shadow of blushing lilies with the matted reddness turning to brown through the windi reflections of beautiful blurs of pain streaking across the etched glass of years past
-me
I see you
passing through
a rose petal falling
to a puddle splashing
drowning, sinking
striking hard
crimson seeps
cracks the petal flows
eyes fixed
the petal lies
- me
In the damp wooded field
The pain was so silent
As it streaked across my face
Stumbling, tripping, mist falling
You were forever fading behind me
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