done, broken heartBroken headBroken hurtBroken hateBroken heartAnotherday I feellike I'm aboutto fall apartBroken mindBroken bodyBroken whollyBroken soulI will shatterinto piecesif I'm notcarefulBroken eyesBroken earsBroken noseBroken lipsReminders ofwhat happenswith justone tiny slipFallingFallingFallingDownBreakingas Ihitthe groundShatterintotinypiecesGravitytried mefortreasonEverything is goneI don't know howto getit backI fellI'm brokenBroken openBroken at the soundof hate inbroken earsand broken soundsmy broken fearsmy broken heartit's aching, breakingwith each crack it's wailing, sayingfinally, oh finallyI thinkI mightbedone.
A Writer ImprisonedA vast desert of nothingAn endless expanse of whiteA prisoner trying to seek solacein a starless, moonless nightA chain missing its strongest linkIn a tree's branches, a child's lost ballThe song that plays inside your headwhose words you can't recallSheep without their shepherdMusic without its glorious soundA writer who feels all thesewould rather be six feet undergroundIdeas, plots, possibilities aboundbut still, a feeling of lossSomething missing, a feeling of warinessLike a street too dangerous to crossA writer's worst nightmare is this:to have an image but no paint,to approach their destination then be stopped,to have an appointment and longingly waitFettered, chained, and imprisonedwith no hope of escapeOnly until inspiration breezes pastwill the prison bars break
ChoiceBroken angel spread your wingsraise your voice let's hear you singsoar above those mountains highraise your arms and ask God "why?"close your eyes and feel your tearslisten close to all their cheersDarling, now your time has comeDeath's sweet call will welcome someyou're the author make your choicenow's your chance let's hear your voice
IncreasingI don't like painI hate the way my scissors stingI don't care for the way blood sticks to my wristsThe cotton itching against my opened skinBut I do like the feelingThe way I slump to the floor in reilefMy ignorance of the depth increasingI don't like the painBut I do love the feelingThe progress of the depth increasingGod, I love the feelingOf the only peace I've knownThat embrace that I have,It may be the only oneThe calming voice of skin splittingThe gentle smile of blood on silverThe only feeling of love I knowGetting strongerAs the depth's increasing
The DreamThe Earth was crackedThe world destroyed,All laid in piecesafter the battle.Fallen are the trees,the buildings are torn,but the people areno where to be seen.All is quiet,eerie as night,but all are awake,yet no where in sight.The souls are hiding,in the fallen timbers they roam.Waiting to be saved,Waiting to come home.
Soulmates.One breath.One heart. One mind.We are uniqueand yet we are the same.Trusting someone elseso completely as this makes you become them.Our souls,combined in a fit of rage, Every fiber of our beings At firstfighting against what we had made together. Regardless, it was truly inevitable.We are in love as one soul. We are soulmates.
Make My MusicYouYanked roughlyAt this thing in my chestI call a HeartYouDamageBut all the whileYour soft touchHelped me make musicYouKnow just how toPluck each veinLike a violinAnd help the chambersOf my heart keep rhythmLike a percussion instrumentThere is beauty in theWay youHurt meIn the way youKeep me captiveIn the way you slowly break mePush me downUntil I am scattered points of lightTo be swept into The Night Sky