Tag: Broken

Poem

Broken by MwsR (just another poem)


It may be hurt but that’s not broken
Maybe fell but that’s okay
First a fool, then a nothing
But still trying to be something.
Too many chances
Too much clutter to push thru.
If only it was another time
A wide-open space
But it is not.
Retracing too many questions left unanswered
Misunderstandings to float around in the mind
It feels like death, not just being blind.
One word can replace so many more
Just by the tone or words used.
Taking upon your own
All the bitterness and wrong.
Losing not the many battles but the final war
Just because you feel
Because there is so much more
Left to have, to hold, to unfold
But alas it is too hard a task
Broken, that’s what will last.

Poem by MwsR

Broken by MwsR (just another poem)

May be hurt but that’s not broken

Maybe fell but that’s okay

First a fool, then a nothing

But still trying to be something.

Too many chances

Too much clutter to push thru.

If only it was another time

A wide-open space

But it is not.

Retracing too many questions left unanswered

Misunderstandings float around in the mind

It feels like death, not just being blind.

One word can replace so many more

Just by the tone or words used.

Taking upon your own

All the bitterness and wrong.

Losing not the many battles but the final war

Just because you feel

Because there is so much more

Left to have, to hold, to unfold

But alas it is too hard a task

Broken, that’s what will last.

Poem

Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting out it is too small to see
but deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better maybe
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.

Poem

Broken by MwsR

May be hurt but that’s not broken

Maybe fell but that’s okay

First a fool, then a nothing

But still trying to be something.

Too many chances

Too much clutter to push thru.

If only it was another time

A wide open space

But it is not.

Retracing too many questions left unanswered

Misunderstandings float around in the mind

It feels like death, not just being blind.

One word can replace so many more

Just by the tone or words used.

Taking upon your own

All the bitterness and wrong.

Losing not the many battles but the final war

Just because you feel

Because there is so much more

Left to have, to hold, to unfold

But alas it is too hard a task

Broken, that’s what will last.

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Broken…by MwsR

There is a something that happens to us

Something that happens when in people we trust.

It comes with a great risk and great pain

Leaving on our hearts a great stain.

When things go south as they often do

It’s not the good that leaves us feeling so blue.

It’s the trust that we gave to someone

The naked feelings we shared with that one.

Only to find we have hurt ourselves

By mistaking their motives.

Or we simply try to be open

In the end though it is us that get broken.

Broken Toy/Poem Share

brown teddy bear toy leaning on person
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Oh! what you would know,

If you were to be a broken toy.

You would have had years of excitement

Been used to being played and toyed with

Being first in line, most of the time

The many conversations and travels

Your human friend would have told you.

Despite age and broken parts

You will always be remembered in the human’s heart

You will maybe, if you are lucky

Be saved for another generation

To see and experience.

Broken Toys can become broken from being touched

If you have been touched, you were special once

If you was special, then perhaps you were loved.

So being broken may not be so bad after all.

Ah, to be a broken toy…