Shattered and Broken

Shattered and broken
My eyes on a token.
Slap it down on the table
Our problems like they're a fable.
Shattered and broken
You never heard what I had spoken.
You talked of her agony
But you forgot, that once was my decree.
Shattered and broken
I, in so much pain you had woken.
My walls are those of battle fields
Like from long ago when they used sheilds.
Shattered and broken
I started to open.
But you couldn't resist
Even when you knew I'd insist.
Shattered and broken
That seems like my life's slogan..


J.

Stats

So as his call resonated in the air and the vibrations of the mishap of his extremities rippled through the floor, I felt the emptiness of those drawers upstairs, the hollowness of the thick new carpet, and the lightness of the cold warmth in the large abode where no one really seemed to reside. Except for the hard, cold marble that had once seen only the cracks in its design and, until recent years in its lifetime, nothing below my curious nose. And the ever so long repetitive call tone that I'm so used to hearing, followed by the obnoxious greeting that once would've been cute but now even the robot lady knows the kind of person that it represents, doesn't compare to the automated messaging system that I rarely heard but that brings an army of emotions with the memory of the inverse of the last one containing three not so robotic words that everyone can predict but three words that no one knows the feelings of. As the purple and green and pink and blue an red and orange seem to swirl in my eyeballs and paint the hell I see while my adrenaline that was quickly pumped kicks me right into its pit with the shaking for days and screams so very loud yet I still can't feel my toes...

J.

Untitled III

I sat as I had seen the beautiful girl doing and thought of what she might have contemplated at this odd angle so convenient, wondering if the thought about solving the problems of her world as I did mine.
And the girl I want to be is "very conscious about what [she] thinks about." And as we stand, crowding toward one another, she softly lifts a wish into the air that the girl would come to that point in her life and I truly, deeply yearn for her to lift such a wish for me. Lightly, gently, slowly into the elements.
With the shadows dancing across his face in my peripheral vision, teasing my thoughts as to whether or not he was entering them, snapping my neck back to reality.

J.

Come In With The Cold

With the snowflakes dancing around, not quite falling, don't you wish you could be one of them?

Prancing cheerfully, typical (yet incomparable) beauty, and a uniqueness you can't create.
So quick to grab your attention. But right as you set your focus on one, it disappears with the violent wind.

The perfect analogy for you as you sit looking out the window where your mind seems to wander as you're stuck here. Trying to stay warm but it's all just so cold... 

J.