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Is a promise made to be broken?
Woven through trust
Strengthened by love
Bound by time
Tested by differences
Worn by distance
Broken by selfish action
Is a heart made to be broken?
Maybe a heart is a promise
Strong and naive
Shattered in no time at all
Pick up the pieces
The sharp edges cut your hands
Bandage and glue
You're almost whole again
Till he returns
The pieces are shattered again
Now made of glass
No bandage can heal broken glass
Thats all i am
Cracked glass
Waiting to be broken
 Oct 2013 Zachary J Morsette
R
there once was a girl
who was an artist, but
here's the twist
a razor was her paintbrush
and the canvas was her
wrist.

"Ugly" "Fat" "Worthless"
they were written
word for word
nobody thought otherwise
after-all, that girl is so
happy, that'd be
absurd.

one night it was raining
and the thoughts became
to much
she reached for her
blades and blood
poured out with just
one touch.

the next morning her
parents found her,
it was an "accident"
they would say.
because after-all,
whould'a thought that
their happy daughter
wasn't okay?

She fought endlessly for
her life, but it
was all to much to
handle
little did she know that
she'd be one of many in
this suicide
scandal.
first stanza is from tumblr and i decided to add a twist, i have no idea who the original owner of the first stanza is but i hope its okay that i tweaked it a bit to use it. thank you and have a nice time reading, please comment!! thanks!
 Oct 2013 Zachary J Morsette
R
everyone was dancing
having fun
not caring about
anything.
but i stood still,
scared of the voices,
feeling like i didn't
fit in.

when he bent
down to kiss me,
i pulled back.
i felt bad but....
i just couldn't.

all i do is hurt people
and I'm so sick of it.
i cant even be happy
at my own homecoming
dance.

he told me to have
a good time because
everything gets better.
but they don't,
its only for a little
while that
they do.
i cried and relapsed the other night because i knew this would happen. i just knew.
Comfort is your worst enemy
Don’t fall in love with security
Fall in love with the realization that nothing is forever
and as a result we must love in each individual moment
fall in love with each moment that hallows your existence
with each touch that awakens your senses
with each articulation that questions your existence
with every moment that makes you come alive
for God’s sake love with every fiber of your being
not because it offers you a sense of comfort
but because it simply offers you a moment in this brief reality
to feel.
Rant and rant away in my head
They slit my arm until it bled
Blurry images stir and wake
Why does it all feel so fake?

Red ribbons stream across the sky
Memories of once known times collide
The smell and heat of burning wood
The flash of eyes under a hood

Quick and aimfully I walk with bare feet
The smell and taste of rotting meat
The crackling notes of the red fire
The voices of the crowd reach higher

Past the guards and up the stairs
On the back of my neck stand up the hairs
Run my hands along the wall of stone
My footsteps quiet, I'm all alone

The shiver down my spine runs deep
But in my shallow breath I keep
As I get closer to the source
The truth and reason of this discord

With bated breath I creep along
I faintly hear the notes of the song
The song of the ruler and the king
I know in my heart I cannot let him win

I've been through much to reach this place
Trials, battles, loss, blood, and heartache
And when I meet him I shall merely utter the quote
Quietly, before sending an arrow through his throat

But here I am now, beaten and worn
My forehead bleeding and my clothing torn
Held as prisoner in this dark cold cell
It is my epitome of a living hell

Finally decide to just lie on the floor
Curled up next to the crack in the door
From where I hear the quiet voices
Made up of whispers and of choices

How to escape this I place I do not know
I must escape before in sets the snow
But as my eyes close and my breath gently leaves
My heart becomes still, it no longer grieves

For though I've had troubles and tribulations
I have come to a greater realization
That although I could not fulfill this quest I took
It does not matter, for this is all merely a book.
What if characters somehow realized they were merely that, a character in a book? Some characters seem completely and utterly real to us, yet we can decide to close a book half way through and for us their story would never be finish. To me, characters are immortal, for we can go back and visit them whenever we please. But what if characters died when we forgot about them, or when we stopped reading about them? As a writer and book lover these questions are always on my mind.
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