4.
punch…holes…snap…fingers.
beat…eggs…crunch…leaves.
kick…off…crack…down.
hit…on…break…up.
Brkn.
I am the broken boy,
Playing with his broken toys.
Living in a broken home,
Bleeding from a broken nose.
I am the broken girl,
Lazing in my broken world.
Princess on a broken throne,
My little life, my broken own.
I am the broken man,
Glass cutting my broken hand.
Drink has numbed my broken heart,
But always stays a broken part.
I am the broken lady,
Baby sleeps in broken cradle.
All the while I wait for you,
I will, you will, we will break through.
III
1
O, disconcerting crunch underfoot,
Of snail shell,
Much akin to spinal snap, cranial crack,
A life left destitute.
La lumaca senza il suo guscio è niente…
2
O, withered tree,
Broken trunk, fractured branches,
Like veins without purpose.
No more fruit shall dress your boughs,
Nor blossom, nor leaves, nor shoots.
L’albero senza le sue foglie è niente…
3
O, scrawny man, curled up,
Cold, pearl-white naked skin,
Bones protruding…hands clenched.
Come to me behind my eyes,
Wreck my brain, corrupt my soul,
Tread on me if you so wish, but you will not break my shell.
L’uomo senza pelle è niente…
[Note (10th September 2011) - Hear this poem performed as a song, by Jessie Knight (loch-knessie) on YouTube via this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KVpjCvb4kw]
Love
They tightened their embrace, and drew closer to one another, breathing each other in.
The scent of sweet perfume lingered on his tongue, the light smell of earth filled her nostrils.
As he craned his neck, she tiptoed.
When their lips met, for that first kiss, all of time just…
Stopped.
Temper
Tension. The disagreement.
Frustration. The argument.
Anger. The shouting.
Rage. The name-calling.
Fury. The fighting.
The violence. The scratching. The kicking.
Abuse. The beating. The pleading.
The knife. The screaming.
The cutting. The bleeding.
The crying.
The cracked bones.
The lasting scars.
A broken body. A broken girl.
Desperate
The snow crunched beneath his feet, as he bounded bare-footed into the woods.
Twigs, branches lacerated his soles, but he never faltered.
Pain was no obstacle, and it could not become so.
Heart, beating against his ribcage; blood pumping furiously.
He had to find her, and tell her he loved her.
Delusion
Stabbed me in the back, the bastard.
I hope he fucking dies.
Hope he becomes the sorriest-son-of-a-bitch-alive motherfucker that ever lived.
Fuck another woman, will you. In our goddamn house. In our motherfucking bed.
Was she good? You fucking bet she was. Better than me.
What a fucking cunt.
Betrayal
As she stared dark-eyed into the lashing rain, she stood rigidly, and reflected.
What she had witnessed that very evening had stabbed into her very heart.
As she knelt and brought the knife to her chest, she let out one last breath.
The river ran blood red that night.
Fragility
My beating heart; it beats for you,
My singing voice; I sing for you,
My running feet; they run to you,
My open eyes, they look for you.
I sleep at night, I think of you.
Behind my eyes, you’re always there.
Your perfect face looks back at me.
My begging hands, clamour for your touch,
My dry lips, seek your sweet mercy,
Your beautiful voice tells me not to fear,
My blood does coarse with love for you.
I sleep at night, I think of you.
Behind my eyes, you’re always there.
Your perfect face looks back at me.
Your face appears in all my dreams,
Your voice, I hear in all my songs,
Your ideals, they invade all my thoughts,
Your words, I read in all my books.
I sleep at night, I think of you.
Behind my eyes, you’re always there.
Your perfect face looks back at me.
‘Cause even though you may be gone,
Our faultless love, it carries on.
