Poetry: Fragments of the Heart

“That which once was whole may never be the same
As cracks endured are scars which shall never heal”

…

Once again it goes again in the same exact style and feeling
Stubbornly refusing to break away, yes break away from the same old, same old
Continue on with the words which were spoken and we receive something new
Yet strikingly similar to something old
Address the issue and move on
Are we stuck in a state of denial?

Fragments of the Heart, Fragments of the Heart
Pieces of a whole, Pieces never meant to be
Gather together what never was
Claim it to be something united
But beneath it all the truth is shown
Lies so clear that even the twisted Light shines through
The Tainting of something which was already pure
Trying to purify that didn’t need
Poor excuse, take your pride and shame, hide your face

The “Synchronized Trance” which lures us all
Take a piece of it and run to parts unknown
Spread across the surface of the earth
To the Skies Above!
To the Waters Below!
To the Lands Unseen!
What is lost cannot be found
The Monsters within our hearts
Unleash them all, and maybe you’ll find yourself once again

Lost within the Dreams of Night
Who can deny it?
What can be denied?

“A passion forgotten, so the heart grows weak and gives out
A replacement is seeked
Rekindled the flame with fiery determination
And yet…”

There it goes again breaking forth from behind bars
Denying any form of change, reverting back to what we call the past
That is, that which serves as nothing more than a mere memory
A lesson for the future, which we can never predict
Take that stubborn mind, and hit f5, yes that’s right, hit “REFRESH”
“RELOAD” that mind, bring it back to the reality of times at current
Enough of it, it which is the memory of the past
From here on forward just head straight to the unknown times

The window with “memories” on it? It’s about to see the ALT+F4
We’ve done this before, that I know
So why does it persist in appearing with that repetitive constancy
Asking useless questions, just deal with whatever may come your way
Chances are it’ll end up better for you, never just ask, but also act
But here we are going at nothing again, as said before let us move forever onwards

The Fragments of the Heart, that which were never whole
Put together against its wishes, a purity so tainted
A Disfiguration of Thoughts and Emotions, which never came true
The Forgotten pieces of everybody’s Hopes and Dreams
Formed together making one wretched heart
End it’s pitiful existence before some poor soul receives it

“The hanging limp body, as if dead floats among the many dancing flames
Towards a renewed life of desperate pity, he who lost his passion soon regains new life
The Heart of Despair, he receives
Taking it whole, absorbing that which was never meant to be

Dancing Flames, who can sing your song?
Fragments of the Heart, which were gathered together
The Heart of Despair, who can save?”

The one who lost his passion, with renewed life utters his first words, as they are

“Perhaps if we met again…”

Perhaps, nothing, for time has already passed, there is nothing left
Stop with the hopeful thinking, open your eyes, see the reality in front of you
If you refuse it, then burn out your eyes, and lose yourself to an insanity induced by nostalgia
Fragments of the Heart within a new resting place
Perhaps with it’s death you’ll be restored to your former state
But for now let us bring this to a close, within an infinite loop

“That which once was whole may never be the same
As cracks endured are scars which shall never heal”

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Writing this was… amazing. I actually wrote the first 2 lines a few days ago, and was planning to take it a completely different direction. I even wrote 2 stanza off of it, before getting of tired of it as it seemed like the usual stuff I write, so I erased it all, except for of course those first(and “last”) 2 lines, and redid it all. I am quite pleased with the result, and yes this is the first time I actually reference anything modern in a poem. I hope you feel the difference in most of the writing. Thank you for your time, and thank you for reading.