Inspired by Jewelie Rain
Write a poem that transitions through two or more of the seven stages of grief: denial, bargaining, anger, depression, loss of self, reflection, and acceptance.
You broke first
The pretty reflection in the mirror broke
I was there
Right next to you
I saw how quickly
Your glass shattered
How quickly you fell apart
Your glass pierced my skin
Into my heart
You put it there
When you broke
And with those dove eyes you have
And the perfect smile
that I was jealous of
That works better than concealer
that hides the evil behind something so pretty you would ne...
Always the bridesmaid never the bride
Take a look inside
Maybe you’ll see why
I’m sure there are no cracks
No places where I lack
No truths that I deny
If I smile a little wider
Or if my weight is a little lighter
Surely, if I try
How dare they not even see me!
I wear no cloak of invisibility
Those jerks deserve to die!
Or maybe I must,
I lack all but lust
I trip, I sink, I cry
I remember no...
I. Know all the words to the songs in your heart
You know that some of them haven’t even been born yet
But that don’t change the facts so no go back and retracting
I know all the words to the songs in your heart
And every single one of them is perfect
I hear them in threes so it’s not just a fluke
No all of that was bonafide and magic
Yeah I know all the words to the songs in your to heart a...
“Everyone has a chapter
They don’t read out loud.”
My hands are cold.
I can’t seem to find
Where the front ends.
I am so deeply lost in my own soul,
I can’t expect anyone else
To find me in the rubble.
Who am I?
That’s a secret.
I can’t say who I am,
I show a thousand faces,
A thousand of which are not my own.
I never display it,
But that doesn’t mean I never feel it.
It hurts to be not...
Its the holiday season
But I can’t seem to shake this feeling.
On this day, I lost somone close to me
Whose name I rather not say.
The pain remains far too great.
It sucks when you realize bad things
Can happen to good people.
What happens to those who are evil?
Why dont they suffer?
Where is the justice?
On the surface it seems they are far better off than those who choose the path thats rig...
I bury my head in the dirt so deep
hiding from the world, I silently weep
I know very well you are still here
I see your eyes, I sense your fear
I know very well, it is not fair
memories fade, and God doesn’t care
my voice echoes, but words are rare
my screams travel with the birds
but end up silent, just like my words
If it were possible, if I could
I’d give my life, I really would
I'd run thr...
There’s a moon on the beach
I’m there too,
We both haven’t moved
Light still out of reach
Haven’t gone nowhere
Just me and the moon
So that’s where I live
That’s where I give
Whatever I can
Life is hard, man
Me and the moon
No longer fight
We’re both wounded
Going through it
Through the endless night
It’ll all be light
So I’m alright
On the beach,
We wait for peace
This is a pretty dress, I think.
I give it a twirl.
If only it had a face to match, I think.
This lighting does not suit me well.
I like to wear clothes that make me feel pretty,
But how can they make me feel pretty,
I don’t want to hear that I’m beautiful,
If it’s not true.
I can see my own reflection.
I don’t know why being pretty matters to me.
So people will think I am?
Thirty-one, it’s done,
I’ve crossed another year in love,
I’ve seen some sights of homemade lust,
I treat my heart with extra trust,
yet still I crash within the night,
and still I feel the endless fright..
WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR?
WHAT ARE WE GOOD FOR?
WHY DO WE NEED MORE?
WHY DO WE BLEED MORE?
GIVE ME SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN
GIVE ME SOMETHING I CAN SINK
I DON’T WANT YOUR QUIET SYMPATHY
I DON’T ...
Grief is a fickle thing.
such a different, unidentifiable shape
compared to love, sadness, anger.
I can hold love
in my heart,
cradle it even.
I know what it is.
I can allow myself
to feel sadness,
and nurture it with my tears.
It is familiar.
I can throw my fists in the air
holding my anger by the throat,
feeding it all the more.
I remember its poison in my mouth.
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