heart of glass

this had fallen and broken to pieces
&glued back together
the love it receives now is questionable
unanswered, it falls again
imperfections and edginess is all its gain
can it be loved?
before you answer it falls again..

how many times can it fall before there just isnt enough left to glue?

drowning lonely

drowning in my own sorrows and own desperation;
reaching out to this seemingly ungraspable goal
all the work that needs to be done.
all the things that need to be learned.
all the things that needs to be memorized.
papers and assignments overwhelm me
like waters over my head
for longer than i can hold my breath.

i forced to isolate myself
leaving myself more time to attempt to succeed.
ive left behind all the things i enjoy to do.
left early. cancelled.
i broke my own heart. his heart.
for this.

im not even gaining this that ive given so much for.
i want to give up.
but its so hard to let go of the work that ive put so much effort in.
like. its going to pay off.
but what if im just that unlucky?
that even if i do work hard.
it wont get me far enough.


stuckbetweenahardspotandarock.

the future can be pieces

the screen of salt tears stings my eyes
the air i breathe have swollen in my throat
the blood in my veins turn cold as ice
my thoughts like shipwreck

my heart like a plate

falling from heights that can shatter it to bits

{save it before it hits.}

illustration

the oceans behind my eyes
that i never thought would ever run dry,

showed me today when the drought arrived
these rivers and rapids dry up; deprived.

like the savanna's animals thirst
with desperation in their eyes submersed.

the beats of their hearts excite
with vision of every mirage in sight

then comes the disappointment and grief to follow
on discovery is hard to swallow

for what they thought was so
was just yet another plateau