05 Wednesday Apr 2017
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Just a small piece
You’d barely notice
And the porcelain is still fine
It’s still usable.
But still that piece is missing
Just one chip that can’t be fixed
I’ve tried glue
Cement
Concrete
A new piece of porcelain.
The chip stays
A part that can’t be filled
Broken beyond repair
But still functional
Still looks ok to everyone else.
09 Thursday Mar 2017
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It can’t be
Nothing ever is again
Any tear or contusion
And there’s a difference
Unchangeably so.
One can’t be like the other
One will never be like the other
And while you can repeat it
You can’t recreate the past.
Your current mistakes won’t
Rectify the old ones.
Today’s bandaid can’t heal
Last year’s wound
Same.
It’s not. It can’t be.
One of these
Is not like the other.
21 Tuesday Feb 2017
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I cried an ocean.
Wells were filled
Buckets of my tears.
Thirsty children drank them.
I heaved and writhed
With a pain I didn’t know could exist.
I tore at my hair
Scratched at my skin,
Tried to rip myself in half.
I lay quiet and still
I screamed and wailed.
I found peace.
I exhausted myself and found
Peace.
A quiet hollow
A refuge to lay my head.
Encircled by strong roots
I slept a millennia
Rested myself whole.
19 Sunday Feb 2017
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I fight at every turn.
Always so difficult and contrary.
I push and I wrestle,
Always testing.
I don’t settle, I can’t be quiet.
Being still is hard.
Then you disarm me,
Glue me to one spot.
A hollow of calm,
A rock in turbulent water.
Waiting me out
Knowing I exhaust myself.
A quiet clearing where I can rest my head.
Maybe I don’t always have to fight.
17 Friday Feb 2017
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I loved so deep
I thought I would drown.
I floundered.
I sank.
I was thrown a life raft,
Now I float.
I swim.
I dive.
This is what it should be.
12 Sunday Feb 2017
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The heaviness
The smell of lust.
I’m on you, you wear me.
I mark you, like a cat.
Possessive beast that I am.
I keep you close.
I want to suck up all your time,
Your energy.
Make you love me most.
You’re my territory,
And I guard it well.
11 Saturday Feb 2017
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I broke into a thousand pieces.
Cracked and jagged,
All sharp edges and splinters.
Shattered porcelain.
You stepped through them,
Like a coal walker.
Feeling nothing beneath your feet.
You closed the door and left.
Said you didn’t have a dustpan.
The glue that put me back together was weak.
I shattered a hundred more times until,
I found balm to not only rebuild;
But to heal.
Few cracks remain, though some spots are fragile.
I sit now on the shelf,
I can bear the weight of a thousand loves again.
I will never shatter again.
01 Wednesday Feb 2017
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English, freeverse, history, literature, love, philosophy, poetry, wordporn
Ordinary is for the masses.
I crave passion and fire.
Beauvoir and Sartre, Héloise and Abélard.
Two minds too quick, two hearts too hard.
The push to inspire, to bring greatness.
The love to temper insanity and bad ideas.
A melding of souls, the creation of an empire.
Creation fuelled by passion, lust, love,
Equal minds that challenge and provoke.
I crave, I want.
My Voltaire.
16 Monday Jan 2017
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OMG
She’s so cliché.
Damaged and hurt;
Who does she think she is?
She dreams of a better world.
Her trust is gone.
She’ll shove you away before you can lover her.
Her love is a poison.
She’s a fish who searches for the hook.
If you don’t fuck up, she’ll find how you did.
Shell.
She can’t ever be your manic pixie dream girl.
Maybe for a month.
12 Thursday Jan 2017
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Slightly crooked,
Asymmetrical on my face.
Just a hint, never baring teeth.
A slight amusement,
My eyes twinkling,
With my mocking demeanour.
I don’t mean to mock,
I don’t laugh at you.
Your actions,
Your words,
Your every movement,
Make me smile.
You think I’m laughing at you.
Can’t help that I seem like a bitch,
But you’ve made me smile.
Congratulations, you cracked through.
