Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Heartbreaker's Heart.

The heartbreaker failed her task

Too busy looking in the harsh desert

For tiny glittering pieces

Of her own heart

Broken and stomped upon

By the muse to her imagination

As she weeps and tries to reconstruct

With blood stained fingertips

Her heart with the words

She wrote with a fevered hope

That he will come to read

And weep as pathetically

As she did.

I wrote this yesterday, while chatting to a friend about my day. He asked me if I have broke any hearts for the day and this poem, came out instead. I showed it to Mokesart, he said I was trying to drive him to suicide with all the depressing poems. He also said its incredible and I made some tweaks and voila.

Yes, thank you.


Launna said...

I think sometimes I write something because I know he reads what I write and I want him to feel the same sadness I feel too...

Awesome poem Hanis;)

Mark said...

It is really good but please don't drive Mokesart to suicide. I sometimes wonder how the people who break hearts feel when their own is broken.

Juli said...

It really is fantastic.

Laila N Mysis said...

Intriguing, and if it impresses Mokesart... well. Well. I think that speaks for itself.

Hanis. said...

You have an advantage cause he reads what you write. Milk it. But on a serious note, maybe it will lead to what you want.

Hanis. said...

I won't. I think there are books about those people and how they feel. The common theme is that they feel guilty for the hearts they broke and its karma.

Hanis. said...

Thank you :D


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