When your fears turns to tears, and dreams crumble into decaying debris.

When salvation becomes the barrel of a loaded gun and you drink your poison to numb the pain.

When every fibre of you soul is manipulated like a marionette’s strings, pushed and pulled beyond you will.

When a heart doesn’t break, but it cracks and shatters into millions of pieces lifting into the night sky to join the stars.

When the words have been spoken and all feelings gone.

That is when it’s the end.

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Finding Reason


To my left stands an Angel tending to my tears. “What did you do?” she asks soothingly.

On my right a Devil. “It’s not your fault!” he says rubbing my shoulder with his talloned hand.

Like an island isolated by a maddening sea, I stand resolute understanding their words, yet let them fall upon my ear, waves upon a rocky shore.

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Upon your leaving,

A distinctive shape of you,

Remained gaping as you left my heart.

Time heals

Makes you forget

Then a passing figure

A glimmer of remembrance

Eyes that pulled me in

Distance parts you

Out of sight out of mind

But I remembered you

A twinge in my rebuilt heart

You walk away

Leaving me a ghost to my emotions

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He watched the rain,

Decending softly from heaven,

As his thoughts turned,

To the soft tracing of tears,

As they fell from her sorrow filled eyes.

He listened to the sound of Nature’s breath,

Softly whimpering through the tree branches,

Reminiscent of her sobbing cries,

Wrapped loosely in his arms.

So many triggers within his everyday life,

Pulling on the emotional coils of his soul,

Taking his thoughts forever back to that day,

The day he said ‘Goodbye’.

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Days of happiness go so fast, and yet it is the days of sadness that slowly pass. I try to hold on, but you are vanishing before me until you’re nothing more than an illusion.

Each day I wake and wipe away the tears of sand from my eyes, only to discover once again, you are but a flower blossoming in the desert.

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Jar of Tears

By the side of my bed,

Resides a jar of liquid silver,

Millions of solitary tears,

One from each time I’ve cried,

Cried because of you.

I promised myself I would stop,

When the tears ran dry,

Or the jar had no room left,

Then I’d send those tears free,

Cast away upon ocean’s tide.

Beside my bed resides a jar of tears,

And I convince myself,

When the tears they fall again,

That there is just enough room,

For one more tear.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown