Broken Hearts Club

During my time in Texas, I was associated with The Broken Hearts Club. Inspired by them, I wrote this poem, and created this painting.

Broken Hearts Club

We are the broken

All of us

Born into pitch darkness

Wrapped by a black pit blanket

Grime we dig ourselves in, and struggle to face

Please bring me to an escape!

His light shines

Golden rays

Hope exposing what we hold

A Broken heart

Cracked and cold

I see the burn, that still hurts

From when I seeked the flame, in that dysfunctional 

Church

Don’t touch my brise

Its still tender and blue

From those words you swing at me

You so frequently use

It was your looks and strategic moves

That cut me and bleed me through

This old wound, healed

Itching as an evidence of my past

Following determined to forsake my present

With a haunting intact memory

I remember the choices I made

The self infliction

That toxic needle in my vain 

A poisonous addiction

A chain that didn’t help me to refrain

But kept me a slave

A slave to my infirmities and deformities

A lie well played

This penetrating arrow 

Piercing love full of sorrow

My closest friend

With her lips left me numb and hollow

I’ve been shot down and left for dead

My dreams flat lined never to resurrect

A thorn on my side

Or a ring of defense

I can’t concentrate with this stinging and prickling sense

A crown

On his head

My brokenness, transferred to him

Jan. 25th 2013 4:28AM

I started this blog when my life was entering a new chapter. I moved to, and lived in, Texas for the first 5 months of 2013. Some of the best memories of my life took place in those 5 months. Certainly, some of the most impactful experience of my life happened in that chapter. It was my intent to record those moments through blog format, and share it with you here. However, history did not go as planned. My life after the spring of 2013 did not go as planned. Yet, the story isn’t over. I’m still writing it every day with every effort, and here I am ‘picking up a pen’ and letting you in. Perhaps it was always meant to be this way, starting this now rather than then. Come back again 🙂 you’ll always find me. Maybe a little wiser, maybe a little older, but definitely greeting you with an open door and an open heart.

P.s. I’ll still be writing about those moments scattered around like constellations in the sky.