broken pieces
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that piece of clay
that i became
so long ago
in the montains rain
crafted by God
put together again
that piece of clay
a pot filled to the brim.
that piece of clay
One of these daysSomeone is going to come alongand break your heart darling,leaving you breathless on the curbas your heart shatters into a million pieces.But what happens nextdefines you as a person.
sometimes
when the night air is still
the world holding its breath
on the edge of a sunny day and gale
I wonder....
what if I had stayed?
what if I hadn't slammed the door and run away?
It was the coward's way out, he knew. He could feel it rolling around in his gut like a stupidly cheerful puppy.
Why I Write.
Well, I write because my lips are sealed,
Im speechless,
The words on the paper stab at my meekness and rips open my flesh,
Only to show that the outside is decent but the inside is a mess.
Acid rain
Crawling through your twisted veins
Stealing the eyes that used to see
The other side.
Now I've tried
I've opened my mind
To an endless possibility
I nonchalantly sat their alone while the night sky fell upon me, while rodents ran past my feet. The stench of overfilled trash dumpster and the worlds left over garbage of people sat near by.
A loss of a life
A hole in this heart
My horrors realized as I watch him
Needles scattered about him
As cluttered as his life
Just sitting there, now at his lowest point
Blowing that smoke which poisons