Cracks In My VaseA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyFreeverse
Cracks in my vase
Tears down my face Memories I can't erase See I can taste The blood in my throat As I float Out to the ocean I am hopin' That no one Sees my misery So now on The shelf of Life I sit Trying to hide from The bullshit Stranded Lying that I can Handle it Cause most people Won't understand it Cracks in my vase Tears down my face Memories I can't erase See, For me I still can taste The blood in my throat As I float out to the ocean Hopin' that no one sees My pain and misery Like me She Is f-r-a-g-i-l-e Broken and violated Hated Jaded Just like me She is made Of porcelain As the desires of men Have her cracks Running down her back As they each have Made a mess That's hidden Under her dress Just below her waist She could taste The blood in her throat The semen in her thighs As the tears Flow from Her eyes As she floats Out to the sea Just like me She's hoping no one Sees her misery See We Both are stranded it Cause no one understands it So on the shelf of life We hide our imperfections From the light Hoping that someone might See pass our flaws and Heal our scars Love us for who we are and See the potential That we still possess Although we both Are a mess Our cracks don't define us They just remind us We are not perfect So don't expect Us to be Despite our tarnished History We are still beautiful In every way Despite what they say Don't walk away From us today AND Don't pick us up to later put us down Don't let us fall Fall to the ground Into a million tiny bits Even shattered We matter Despite the bullshit Not sure if we could Handle it Now do you See That She Me We Still are F-r-@-g-i-l-e © 2014 Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on December 29, 2014 Last Updated on December 29, 2014 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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