Broken and battered
Does it even matter?
I keep laughing
You’re getting madder
Why you so serious?
Hearts are meant to shatter
Love or pain
Always pick the latter

Burning choices
Scattered noises
Bury your conscience
And listen to the voices
As we fall, trampled like roses
Look outside as everyone rejoices
Like falling paint; all it does is splatter
Like losing faith; our souls begin to scatter

Bury your heart
You can never win
Tear down your walls
Be buried by your sin
So many memories
Don’t know where to begin
Lies and stories
Destroying me from within

I believe that we have all been there at some point. I am gathering my soul back up and finding strength to get on with life. Learning from the pain.

"forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it." Mark Twain


I don't know why your poem just reminded me of that quote.


Powerful images.

I admire your ability to be able to write about heart break, then turn around and right about love. I tell you how extremely talented I think you are, enough.

Probably because I was watching a movie with Mark Twain in it. :O

But thank you. :D

Maybe you do..
..but I still love, adore, and value your opinions. :)

i like how the second paragraph visually resembles sliding down as the words describe it

Wow.. lol
I didn't even notice that. :)

I don't think he realises how talented he is..Awesome way with words this boy..

Awe, Ainjel..
Why you gotta make me blush?

I hate the color red on me.