Meteor, Meteorite

by abbywookie
Maimed, faulted, deformed,

Poison black, you are,

Inside out, poison black

Mend the broken soul

Piece by piece, you glue

By and by there rises, a mended soul

A broken happiness

**

At times you

Just don’t realise

Broken pieces are, by far,

More beautiful than

A careless disguise.

**

Bow to the fire in your veins

A small fire, it spreads,

Blissfully slow, it goes,

Then all at once, it starts.

Flames explode,

Fiery dusts disperse,

Showers of glory,

Life in your frozen blood.

**

Spread your arms, Peter Pan,

Through the night sky,

Your colour bursts

Tails of sparks, rains of false wishes,

Gasps of awe, yes,

You got what you want,

Food for your broken soul.

Gasps of awe, aye.

**

It burns, the fire, it burns

Intense bright

In a beautiful light.

A fiery phoenix, you morph into one

Riding an air of royalty in the sky

A fiery phoenix, you soar like one,

The token of power and beauty

A fiery phoenix, you are one,

The creature that lives in myths.

**

The change comes

Pain takes over, ripping off your wings

Your fire, it’s getting rampant, and with

Every bite, it draws blood

From your mended soul.

Watch in vain, as your nightmare

Comes alive- the fall.

No last burst of dazzling dust

It simply ends.

**

Down, down, you descend

A sword through the heart

Is what the fire’s doing to you

Claw through the pain, you have to,

So that the exit you’re making

Ends with grace.

You want grace.

**

Hard, you hit the dirt

Bruised and charred

Ugly ending

**

A slit of crack,

You curl up, tight,

Tighter,

Clinging onto the last hope of

Protecting your mended pieces

The crack splits, wide,

Wider,

Fast, ruthless,

The fragile soul breaks into halves

Crumbles down, it still happens,

Into shreds of filth, it destroys itself,

Into heaps of junk uglier than before.
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Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

June 27, 2015 - 12:05 gurr you put so much feel in your poems. okay for the first time i would just simply appreciate u and leave stead of fooling around with the you know who stuff.. xD keep up
abbywookie

abbywookie

June 27, 2015 - 15:28 hey that's rare lol im not used to it, captain kun. :D anyway, thanks for reading :)
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

June 27, 2015 - 21:11 lol whadya want mrs. doggy??? ill start rite away if u please xD
abbywookie

abbywookie

June 28, 2015 - 14:23 um, nah im good, Kun. no thank you, just stay where you are, please. :D
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

June 29, 2015 - 09:37 aye aye doggy xD
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

June 27, 2015 - 14:53 Beautiful and deep. Really exciting, Abby. :D
abbywookie

abbywookie

June 27, 2015 - 15:29 haha thank youuuuuuuuu, sakura girl :) :) :)
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

June 27, 2015 - 16:12 Your very welcome, Abby. :D
Vishnumayaa

Vishnumayaa

June 28, 2015 - 11:43 A geographical poem by sweet little Abby :) Lovely one .
abbywookie

abbywookie

June 28, 2015 - 14:25 geographical?! hahahahahahah jeez vish your comment just made my day LOL omg you're so cuteeeeeeeeee hahaha :D thanks for reading and commenting! =)

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