Even the strongest voice can shatter.
The days wear-out holes in sweater sleeves and
we release dreams like leaves that scatter.
~
Here, there, it doesn’t matter.
Tired sneakers look for refuge but,
even the strongest voice can shatter.
~
While blotting out the useless chatter.
Our minds rest in places beyond window panes and
release dreams like leaves that scatter.
~
Your wild gray eyes are as mad as a hatter.
Only her words will calm shot nerves, yet,
even the strongest voice can shatter.
~
Rain drowns the rooftops with a soft pitter-patter.
Whispers under covers go uninterrupted and
we release dreams like leaves tha
Years pass.
Phases come in and out of focus as
coats grow heavier and sleeves become shorter.
Sometimes even your hair,
wispy and fine before, now choppy
and darker at the roots with
every day that passes.
You still recognize yourself
in the mirror, your reflection
doesn't seem startled, nor does it
jump with hands over mouth as
the faucet runs hot water.
You're not a stranger but
a companion. Cold hands touch a
familiar face that changes,
yes, but so slowly that
no one can recognize the
ripple of sink water.
No even you.
Only when you find decrepit pictures
in hidden drawers and under beds.
Or when the radio sings wi
"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." -Franklin D Roosevelt
No matter how many warnings you get about preparing for the bad days that arise in the cracks of life, you never get used to the feel.
Impossible to hide from and no way to avoid them, we've learned to cope and endure.
Suddenly, the "hang in there" and pat on the back from a humble passerby become brave words and tokens of understanding.
Maybe, when considering how many times people have sighed and exhausted an "I've been there" to a friend or stranger, we have all
been in each other's shoes, one way or another.
Think about it.
Many of us have fill
I heard a painful cry one night.
I covered my ears in an attempt,
to make better the damage that was done.
What I hadn't realized,
was the fact that cries and screams...sobs,
are wounded, are broken, are collapsed.
I should have, at least, attempted
to heal and to mend, to re-build
that painful cry I heard.
But because I was afraid,
I didn't reach out, never searched.
Never wanted to think again.
Because my mind would always wander,
back to the sound of desperation.
A tainted voice that shattered.
That cry was human.
The sound of a last resort to
seek help and alleviate injured parts.
Why couldn't I understand,
that I was
Untouched.
Then unravelled at an instant when I realized...
I was homesick.
So in love with the home I used to have,
the fragile sanctuary disguised
as riots on concrete benches.
A fast-paced trial of experiments,
all ending in a wonderful disaster
of shoves and sarcasm.
Seven heads turned to notebook paper
and black ink.
Feelings easily shattered.
To millions of pieces.
Embrace the feelings of coming undone
at the remembrance of laughter.
Sides stung from their memories.
Seven of us flinching
at a loud noise.
Instinctively scooting closer.
So close, the outside of our legs were
pressed together.
Denims and warmth.
Somet
Even the strongest voice can shatter.
The days wear-out holes in sweater sleeves and
we release dreams like leaves that scatter.
~
Here, there, it doesn’t matter.
Tired sneakers look for refuge but,
even the strongest voice can shatter.
~
While blotting out the useless chatter.
Our minds rest in places beyond window panes and
release dreams like leaves that scatter.
~
Your wild gray eyes are as mad as a hatter.
Only her words will calm shot nerves, yet,
even the strongest voice can shatter.
~
Rain drowns the rooftops with a soft pitter-patter.
Whispers under covers go uninterrupted and
we release dreams like leaves tha
"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on." -Franklin D Roosevelt
No matter how many warnings you get about preparing for the bad days that arise in the cracks of life, you never get used to the feel.
Impossible to hide from and no way to avoid them, we've learned to cope and endure.
Suddenly, the "hang in there" and pat on the back from a humble passerby become brave words and tokens of understanding.
Maybe, when considering how many times people have sighed and exhausted an "I've been there" to a friend or stranger, we have all
been in each other's shoes, one way or another.
Think about it.
Many of us have fill
I heard a painful cry one night.
I covered my ears in an attempt,
to make better the damage that was done.
What I hadn't realized,
was the fact that cries and screams...sobs,
are wounded, are broken, are collapsed.
I should have, at least, attempted
to heal and to mend, to re-build
that painful cry I heard.
But because I was afraid,
I didn't reach out, never searched.
Never wanted to think again.
Because my mind would always wander,
back to the sound of desperation.
A tainted voice that shattered.
That cry was human.
The sound of a last resort to
seek help and alleviate injured parts.
Why couldn't I understand,
that I was
Untouched.
Then unravelled at an instant when I realized...
I was homesick.
So in love with the home I used to have,
the fragile sanctuary disguised
as riots on concrete benches.
A fast-paced trial of experiments,
all ending in a wonderful disaster
of shoves and sarcasm.
Seven heads turned to notebook paper
and black ink.
Feelings easily shattered.
To millions of pieces.
Embrace the feelings of coming undone
at the remembrance of laughter.
Sides stung from their memories.
Seven of us flinching
at a loud noise.
Instinctively scooting closer.
So close, the outside of our legs were
pressed together.
Denims and warmth.
Somet