Archive for the ‘Broken’ Category

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Careful,

so careful.

Doing things the right way, loving and protecting,

caressing.

All for naught,

as some motherfucker in a ludicrously big van

careens carelessly, thoughtlessly, selfishly

into your frame and smashes

everything

into jagged pieces.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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1.16

It’s only a small window,

they tell you,

and it’s closing.

You walk away,

come back tomorrow,

you see the window is closed, yes,

but also smashed,

shards of broken glass.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

It breaks my heart,

the pain and frustration,

which people, place and circumstance

have forced us into.

Like Chinese water torture, drop by drop,

wearing us away,

lies and deceptions drain,

our blood,

our will,

systems and conspiracies destroy.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1.16

Incomplete fragments,

though frustrating,

are the best,

for,

in them

is hope …

possibility.

(You don’t know how broken I feel!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Chasy-slomanniy

Gradually,

slowly,

painstakingly,

forwards,

backwards,

footsteps.

In life’s serpentine cycle,

as months and years pass,

dissolving,

time comes to have little meaning.

Ultimately,

all clocks stop.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

And, the people, exhausted,

sat on their hands

and/or assumed whatever broken pose

felt appropriate,

today,

for,

sucked dry,

they had no more to give…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You watch the TV show,

much like the evening news:

in the name of engagement,

they lie.

In the name of pain relief,

you buy.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

“Democracy’s a crock of shit!”

the guy on the street proclaimed.

Broken for others’ whims and totality,

he’d had enough of it.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Of course,

I would have the last laugh,

rationally and perversely,

I was able to reason right now.

When they ultimately broke me,

and I was finally willing to spill the beans,

I’d be such a mess,

that I’d have forgotten,

what they want to know.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It was the inconsistency that did it,

that sent me insane,

yes,

that’s what I’d tell him, her or them,

when finally they realized I was broken.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat