i built a little wall around
a broken little heart I found
that’d fallen out upon the ground
to save it from the hurt
i patched the hurt and kissed the pain
i hugged away the guilt and shame
i helped to make it beat again
the once l’il broken heart
Category Archives: Poetry
Nursery Rhyme | [Poem]
Trigger Warning: This poem is about self harm. Please do not read it if this is a trigger. [UPDATED] Though I do not struggle with self harm, several of the close people in my life do, and so I wanted their words to be heard and felt here. These words put into poetic form, are from the discussions and talks I’ve had with those people.
Cut this line upon my skin
So I can feel what a pain I’ve been
Burn this flame upon my flesh
So I can control this life a mess
Drill this hole into my thigh
To take away the numb, make me feel alive
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord nobody weeps
Toxicity | [Poetry]
Toxicity
My soul has left and with it,
The Albums and the Tags.
The memories put in boxes,
And thrown out in the trash.
Windows boarded,
curtains down,
paint chips fall onto the ground.
A weathered waste, at the end of town.
I pack up and I leave.
Killing Myself | Part 2
*TW
Hello my little failure, we’ve been waiting for your return
We know our pressure’s way too much, we know for what you yearn
A little song of sweet respite, to whet your pathetic appetite
We promise to close the lid real tight, and flood our darkness in to your light
* * *
I made a drink of 100 proof, my razor blade of choice
To drown out demon voices, to cut their endless noise
I mixed it full with anger, and hurt, and hopelessness
I drank it quick, I drank it fast, I drank it with relentlessness
* * *
Callous words are spoken, when we all need love the most
I needed grace, I needed kindness, and to vent without recourse
Maybe one day we’ll be able, to cast aside our pride
And give the tenderness we need, and put ourselves aside
The Wall | [Poetry]
The Wall
A little brick of hate was laid, down into the dirt.
Along with words of callousness, and spite, and wrath, and hurt.
A wall was built that housed mistrust, by someone I loved dear.
It grew in strength, brick by brick, each year it grew in fear.
All I could do was sit and cry, and beg that it’d come down.
But each day mortar, stone, and hate, solidified it with the ground.
I saw the light begin to fade, as it closed against the sky.
I hung my head in deep despair, in hopelessness I cried.
Then one day a dove appeared, against the blackened grey.
It chipped the joints, and broke the bricks, and toppled them away.
It pecked, and chipped, and split the wall, stone by simple stone.
For love and peace had reached a soul, that never the soul had known.
And now a garden there exists, in place of deep despair.
No brokenness, no sadness, no signs of disrepair.
For what was once a wall they made, was used to shut me out.
Love had now transformed through healing, and brought the rampart down.
Walls are tough, man.
I’ve done my own wall making and wall breaking over the years. Erected them when I’m hurt. Angry. Resentful. Deconstructed them when I’m sorry, regretful, and desperate.
Desperate to rebuild that broken relationship from what seems the long ago burnt out embers that blow away into the breeze like little flakes of confetti.
Hardly celebratory though. No, those were sad stories.
Then there’s those relationships whose embers glow, but may never be meant to be reignited. They’re toxic. Poisonous to our soul. They deteriorate us. They hurt us to our core.
Maybe this poem could be an excuse for us to make amends in a broken relationship?
I Want to See What You See | Poetry
Camera lens of happiness, to take away the grey
Cuz sunshine’s there, I see it, it’s just a million miles away.
Camera lens of hopefulness, to take away despair
The never ending fog of war, the loss of will to care.
Camera lens of energy, to take away the apathy
The never ending lethargy, the sits inside of me.
Camera lens of healing, to take away the pain
Cuz sunshine’s there, I know it, even through the rain
