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Whatever floats your boat they say
But hey,
kinda hard to reach them anyway

Sir, my ideas and dreams were hue yesterday.
Today, it's blue and grey
Where are my happy colors?
Will you folks ever be back anytime, today?

My goals,
are thousand pieces of jigsaw puzzle.
Hard to connect each other.
Some pieces are missing.
I know. I know.

Young man, always remember
Your dreams are just scattered jigsaws
Nail it to your soul
You're not a broken mirror.
Evan Leonhard Oct 2018
my circadian rhythm beats
at such high frequency
my mind is shattered
shards of broken thought
litter my consciousness
my insights lie scattered
Mary Frances Oct 2018
I am a collection of shattered,
broken glasses.
My sides and edges are sharp
and may cause a wound
to whoever dare to hold me in their hands.
You may think that only my large shards can hurt but the truth is,
it's the small ones that can create the most pain.

Despite these things, is your love still
willing to embrace my brokenness?
Madison Oct 2018
I love to write poetry
But I’m afraid
I’m afraid of what they’ll think
I’m afraid they’ll think my poetry will **** because of my age
But I’m most afraid of people I know reading my poems
Because then they might see through my walls
Into my broken
Shattered
Messed-up
Crazy life
I don’t want anyone to worry about me
Or to try and protect me
Or fight my battles
Because that’s what I’m supposed to do for them
I’m suppose to worry about others
And shove my problems away
I’m supposed to protect others
And never worry about my pain
I’m supposed to help win their wars
Because I’m already losing my own
If I loose to myself, promise me this, you won’t mourn a day and you move onto someone else.
~Neon Gravestones-Trench-Twenty One Pilots
Shaxy Oct 2018
You've hurt me
And you've caused me
A great deal of
Suffering
But that does not mean
That I will never
Be able to
Heal
Completely
From this pain
You've put me through
I'll show you what I'm made of
Alone,
I will assemble
All the
Broken pieces
Of me
That you've shattered
I will stand back up
Stronger than ever
Leaving you questioning yourself
If hurting me
Was actually the best thing
You have ever done
In order to destroy me
And that's when you'll realize that
hurting me
was not enough
(and can never be enough)
to destroy me.
kate cc Oct 2018
Be strong, my dear.
The dangers of the world.
Uncountable.
Words sting sharp and accurate.
Wolves bite, tigers growl.
Ice breaks like the crystals of a heart.
Shattered pieces, scattered around.
Pick them up, my dear,
one by one.
Mend them together,
with the power of love,
be strong.
a poem dedicated to a friend who's going through hard times. i love you x
Alexander T Oct 2018
who is that
staring at me

she is so ugly
he is too fat
not even all that smart

I can hear the words,
"you aren't worthy"
"you aren't sorry"
"keep the blood coming"
and worse

nothing is a surprise anymore
nothing wants to be seen

it should have shattered
it should have broke
seeing so much pain
it leaves me in pieces
Sometimes I feel like this, so I decided to put it in words a month ago. And I know I'm not the only one who feels like this.
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