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There’s beauty in the cracks
And how they get refilled,

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Crushed

I put my heart in the hands of a man

Forsaking Yours, the Creator of men

Complete

“When you left, 
poetry visited me.” 
― Kamand Kojouri

When you walked through that door

slammed shut and

leaving me alone

and as I walk towards my home

Living the Night

 “People cry not because they are weak, but because they have stayed strong for too long”

 

Yes, I am living the night

For the world outside

But there is a storm raging

In my world inside

 

Truthful Hurts

 

It came as a surprise that things clicked
Maybe we were looking for a distraction
But emotions got involved and blossomed
Hard to deny that there was an attraction.
I dreamed.

Envious Lips

My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
They don’t get kissed at all

Broken Vessel

A Cinquain on Brokenness and Healing

Broken
Empty vessel

Going My Way

When first we met,
My sight was set:
I knew where I was bound.
You said your aim
Was quite the same,
And pretty soon I found

Trapped

Enticed
I followed eagerly

FROZEN TO THE BOND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I only meant to look

To admire the design

The wonder of the shape

And the beauty of the line

Spring of renewal – “freedom”

Where do the roses go…

when the thorns, in life,

vanquish all your dreams…

Sorrow is Plentiful…

It’s sad when everything that you hold dear starts to melt, disappear.

A Broken Heart’s Tale

as I pick the pieces of my love
you shattered across
a storm upon a flower
petals blown
only scatter the seeds of love
I covered on you

Looking Up

“When you get to the bottom, many times you find a hole with your name on it..”

Charles Townsend

There are times when you look at life
And wonder how you got in this position
Is it that you give to much of yourself
Or expect someones love without question.

Unwanted

Source: Google Images

My pillow case
And your pretty face
Ever contemplating within
Tired of thinking what could have been

You’re like a wine
That’s intoxicating my blood
And I ask for more
But you don’t want me anymore

Pieces

It’s a new day, a new chance
Avoiding the thought of you coming back
I’ve been drafted in your void
I feel shafted waking up on your shore once again

I never really let you go
Just thought you should know
Even though you broke my bones
Your soul is where I make my home

A Therapeutic Chain of Events

i.
I wanted to tell you
about the harmlessness
of inhaling bad days,
because the frost
is what kept you
so perfect.

Someone should murder you
with marionette lullabies,
cutting your eardrums
with copper fingers.

ii.
The ocean
seemed a little too violent,
but you were always
aching and empty.
Sometimes,
rowboats and oars
seemed a little more
like home.