The old familiar sting, O blues
hits in moments spent beneath the willow tree
torn out faces, worn out places
these memories’ll burn till I’m ashes
Now more than ever, O shooting star
I wish to come home where kisses rouse you from slumber where I had it all
O man made God, will I glide forever
thus surpassing beauty bound time or will grind to dust in another world till no one cares about spotlights
a little cracked,a little shattered
a little timid, a little forward a little of you and me, a little of her and he O reason of hope, we’ll be good for times we never could be.
O father, the guiding hand on my shoulder
O mother, my favorite pair of eyes O brother, may I fill into your shoes Maybe next summer I’ll be one less a bruise. Observant Poems on Broken Fresh Life* Poems
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I remember a life, long time ago when I had everything When I could buy all my desire, just by a single blink. That was reality until I lost everything in wrath of time I saw all my pride and
BROKEN GLASS Standing here in front of me Are many pieces before me Looking down all I see Are different colored pieces Of what was me Broken, shattered and scattered Use to resemble me The glass I see before me
A shimmer of light in the darkness of my thoughts, the rare moment that the grey skies clear away and I see my surroundings exactly how I should, these briefs moments serve as a testament for my survival, Bitter and
I picked my broken body off the ground, put ice on my broken smile, I choked back my tears without a sound, yet I loved you ALL the while. I clung to each of your word to every single promise,
I’m that light, at the end of a dark tunnel, shinning dimly, You doubt if I can help, despite my many whispers & calls, I can feel all your anger, sorrow, lost hope, curses & wishes, And here I am,