Shards of Me

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Shards of Me




I was once a proud man,

But now I see not the point

Numbing the anguish,

Escaping reality,

I roll another joint

 

The music doesn’t ease me,

Like it did once before

I opened my heart,

Exposed my soul,

But left feeling of a whore

 

I can hear you knocking,

But haven’t the strength to make the door

I close my mind,

My perception refined,

I am lost forevermore

 

Once I was a happy man

Young, careless, and free

My emotions lay tattered,

Love and hope shattered

Into shards of unrecognizable debris


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rsalassi commented on Shards of Me

12-11-2010

There's an old gay cliche "The best were but a dream." that I think might be used here to describe the sad experiences you've related here. (I'm NOT saying that you're gay...not that there's anything wrong with being gay!) Nicely done.

Charlie23 commented on Shards of Me

06-10-2010

I really enjoy reading your writings, Spence! The idea you brought alive in this poem, is easy to relate to!

SuSpence

06/10/2010

Thanks Charlie, i'm so glad you liked this one, this is one of my personal favs of mine. It seems every1 feel like this at some point. Like Michael Stipe said, 'Everybody Hurts, Sometimes'. ~Spence

earthly commented on Shards of Me

05-22-2010

Once you were a happy man-you can find that again-believe me, I understand-holding on is not always easy-but, white-knuckled..we remain-Namaste...Earthly

cresty commented on Shards of Me

05-03-2010

you are a very emotionally a very deep person here and I love your writing is will inspirer me to write even more !

SuSpence

05/03/2010

Wow that is one of the highest compliments you can pay to an artist. Thanks so much Cresty. -Spence

bluskyinthenite commented on Shards of Me

05-01-2010

Humpty dumpty had a great fall. We all are humpty one point in our lives. I alway picked myself up. dusted myself off... and started all over again.. And hope i had learned something from the fall. Great write.

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

SuSpence’s Poems (53)

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Each New Day 16
The Tomorrow Dream 43
What See You 19
Nirvana (Haiku) 13
Sonnet 3 21
The Poetry Of Time 33
Mirrored Souls 33
My Open Broken Heart 20
Passing Thoughts 16
Sonnet 1 19
Ode To My Love 17
Angel With Butterfly Wings 20
Procrastinati
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16
A Conversation in Appreciation 13
Miranda's Song 14
The Sarasota Blues 27
Highku 22
Tripping Stream of Consciousness 35
Along The River's Breath 51
Sometimes... 37
Transport 34
Love Never Knows 39
SuSpence's Dream 33
Ode to the Beatles (acrostic challenge) 18
The Generation Who Sold The World 30
Christine 24
Glenn Beck (Haiku) Compilation 32
The Tragic Tale of Alejandro Vega 56
Ballad of the Lost Man 32
Gulf of Fire (Haiku) 34
Fade to White 34
Ugly World 53
Searchin' for Love 26
Lost am I 28
Shards of Me 27
The Sadness, 10
The New Moon 18
I Imagine, 13
Lovesick, Lonesome Blues 11
SIX FOOT 11
Beautiful Poet 10
The Morning Sun 5
A Question for Love 13
Realm of Delusion 26
Simply Thoughts of You 9
Caught Staring 6
The Edge of the Headlands 3
In My Mind... 15
Thoughts of Natalia 14
A New Path 10
Daydream 12
Gone is my Sunshine 17