Submissions by brokenglass
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from my heart. My pain, experiences, and sometimes even a little peice of happiness go into the poems I write.
Broken Heart
The walls close in
all sound ceases;
everything is lost
within that moment.
Shh.. Listen closely.
Can you hear it?
The shatter of her heart
or the tears hitting the floor?
Confusion sets in,
screams fill the air:
"What did I do?"
"Was everything a lie?".
Backs turn,
footsteps patter
as he walks away for good.
She collapes,
a heap of sobs.
And here we have
another broken heart.
all sound ceases;
everything is lost
within that moment.
Shh.. Listen closely.
Can you hear it?
The shatter of her heart
or the tears hitting the floor?
Confusion sets in,
screams fill the air:
"What did I do?"
"Was everything a lie?".
Backs turn,
footsteps patter
as he walks away for good.
She collapes,
a heap of sobs.
And here we have
another broken heart.
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All Alone
Drop me off
Take me home
We all know
We're truly alone.
Close your eyes,
Shut me out.
It's my demise
You musn't shout.
Let me lay
I need to bleed
Hidden away,
I cut my sleeve.
Stuck in hell
I fall apart.
For who could love,
a broken heart.
Take me home
We all know
We're truly alone.
Close your eyes,
Shut me out.
It's my demise
You musn't shout.
Let me lay
I need to bleed
Hidden away,
I cut my sleeve.
Stuck in hell
I fall apart.
For who could love,
a broken heart.
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Even the pretty are allowed to break
At school I laugh and joke around
at home I lie there on the ground
trying not to make a sound
as I cry a little harder.
No one knows that I'm covered in bruises,
and no those scratches aren't from a cat.
My life is not what everyone thinks;
even the pretty are allowed to break.
I'm consumed by this monster and it won't let me go,
but it doesn't want anyone to know.
A dark cloud follows me wherever I go
knowing that I have no home.
Sitting alone in the dark
is when all of the crying starts.
My life is not what everyone thinks;...
at home I lie there on the ground
trying not to make a sound
as I cry a little harder.
No one knows that I'm covered in bruises,
and no those scratches aren't from a cat.
My life is not what everyone thinks;
even the pretty are allowed to break.
I'm consumed by this monster and it won't let me go,
but it doesn't want anyone to know.
A dark cloud follows me wherever I go
knowing that I have no home.
Sitting alone in the dark
is when all of the crying starts.
My life is not what everyone thinks;...
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