Shattered heart poetry

[Nelly]

That's beautiful, love! ;D I adore it! (clapping)

[dbkillerex]

"I touched the horizon
One time too many
And now, I lost my path under the clouds"

[dbkillerex]

"Gave my all to accept the things about you I couldn't stand... funny how you did not want me to.

Should I have stood a ground my own, not lay foot on trembling hillsides, lakes not ripe to sail upon.

These treacherous waves I let ascend with my undecisive winds"

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I don't know what's going on

"It's like singing in the rain
as you're hanging from a branch.
And than someone helps you down
but lets you fall down on your face.
sSo someone helps you up
but trips you down again.
and you don't hit the floor too hard
'cuz it's sand.
But it's quicksand."

[dbkillerex]

My muse is a sadist

He comes out in the night
to wallow in my despair.
He perches over my window sill
to bathe in the moonlight.
Because only when I suffer he sings.

'Whisk me away to neverland'
is all I wish from him these days
whilst sturring in my sleep.

Sometimes he is gentle
and I turn to him
like a flower towards the sun
willing him to stay for good.
Because only when I suffer he stays.

A ghost haunting the hallways
of schools, of homes, of hospitals
is all I was before he did.

Sometimes he is mad,
when I am cut by disparity.
So he spills ink like it's my lifeblood
painting me black instead of blue.
Because only when I suffer he laughs.

Oh what a beautiful sound-
he laughs in poetry.
His words drip down my aching wrist
and unto the paper.
But I won't stop, not for the world

You see now,
I am a slave of my muse.

[dbkillerex]

Denna

I can be no more than who I am and you can be no less, my mate. My fair haired torturess, streaked with bruised and ashen skin. We've been at it for so long I can't remember how we got here nor just how we survived.

It would be better if you'd wake up, then I could pledge to you to make up for everything and more that I have done this day. It is a different kind of pain for me, knowing no-one could be your equal in these kinds of things.

Oh, I've been feeling six feet under thinking of how you'd string me a little ways in mid-air. What a shame you're dressed in white now, It won't let me paint your leather red, have you draw blood until you break me and scream until your hell breaks.

It seems that time could not just mend you. Broke too many times and lost your pieces.
Still I'll try as hard as you my mistress, twist the blade and take my last breath, pain and love are naught but all the same to us.

[dbkillerex]

See you soon

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but each time we grow distant it feels as though I was split apart. Much as if you were the spirit, and I was the body- Merely a corpse in your absence. Much like a dimming bulb, flickering desperately, I remain. Swaying gently to and from this unhealthy state of mind. Until finally my very mind gives way.


Yes, there are many other souls in my way, but they appear quite dark and grim compared to you. They shine their light like dancing ghosts bathed in the moonlight. In spite I may never take their hands; For their eyes are bleak and hollow, be they basked in brilliance or not.


All around blood-starved beasts Infest the nightmare of my waking world. I see them crawling out the graveyards of my past and scratching at my walls. I wish for a light to scare them off.

But if it were not for you my dear, out of them all. I'd be the worst.

[dbkillerex]

An attempt at concrete poetry

A dark red flame
Grows stronger each day.
It does not consume nor devour
It owes its existence to no one and no thing.
A blaze that no rain may put out
And many huddle close to.
They hope to catch on fire
And share her inferno.

[dbkillerex]

Wendy (My reply song to Daughter's "Peter")

Intro G C G C Em C Em C

Plucking: Bass - 4 - 3 - 4

Wendy, please don't go
I never meant to lie to you
I just couldn't be alone
Now the magic has all gone away
but one sack of pixie dust
I know you think you're all grown up
But could you not take from me
my only hope? (there's an extra G)

C G C

Oh, Wendy
My eyes are heavy
My world's turned upside down
I miss everything that was
Even him
Even hook.

No I won't let it go
It's all I ever was
You see that I don't know
how to act all grown up.
Like other boys they do.
Like other boys they do

Oh, Wendy
I must seem pathetic
Without those girls to worship me
But you don't understand
If I don't believe
we both know that they might die

No, I won't let it go
It's all I ever had
You see that I don't know
how to act all grown up.
Like other boys they do.
Like other boys they do

Oh, Wendy
I walk beside the lake
while you lay beside an
empty space
I'm looking for the mermaids
Just looking for the mermaids

No, I can't let it go
Accept me as I am
I won't survive a normal life
Like all those other boys they do
Like all those other boys they do
They do

[dbkillerex]

An open letter

Don't call me friend.
Because I don't think you know what that means. You see, the terrifying thing about friendship is that it's a two sided street:

It doesn't take place in a sterile operation room
where I can bare my heart and let you fix me up with a surgeon's hand, all neat and tidy and cold.

You don't get to tell me words of comfort under a face-mask, while you're all cloaked in scrubs and wearing gloves. I will not yield myself to a scalpel in a stranger's grasp. Because friendship is far more messy, and far less effective than this.

Friendship means reaching into each-others chests and grasping at the seams, twisting and tearing and mixing shit up. Bleeding together like brothers in arms, and failing to make the pain go away. Time and time again, failing together, because that makes all the difference.

And of course we would fail if we tried. I am, even now, on the verge of collapse. But when I finally break I will shock the world into silence to watch me shatter in a way that only I can. People will stand in awe for years to come at the wonderful mess I left behind. That is who I am, and you have no place beside me.