A fracture heart

The architecture of your words has captured me.
I venture not to see or make conjecture of the
fractured heart that I've created.
The words that feed my phrases are lost to literature
that has not been sanction.
Please, release my twisted tongue from these binding
phrases that has created the departure of all I treasure.
Let me nurture all my words so I may articulate the
beauty of my maturity, and with this bring the hope that
you may understand the nature of my heart.
Please, return your love to me and you will see the
specifics of my diction, and know that my maturity and love
have grown to satisfy all the pain that I have caused.

— Eduardo Cruz, Oct 26, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

Critiques

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

quite a plea

Don't know why I thought of Humpty Dumpty when I read this, but there ya go. I think this is a very moving plea. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"So you stand on the corner in your new English clothes, and you look so polished from your hair down to your toes. Ah, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose after all." - Billy Joel

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 7 months ago

humpty dumpty!!!

what the hell, I read my poem and just laughed thinking of Dumpty. I think I'll change the name to shatter egg thanks Jess or rather Veggie. Eddie the man is begging for his love, "you do the crime you have to do the time" Baretta

infinite_dwarf

17 years 7 months ago

aye

I know. "architecture of your words" - after reading that, I just got a vision of Humpty Dumpty. You of all people know that not all my sparkplugs fire correctly.... I can't explain why, but the ride along my warped road, you can't deny, is most entertaining. Aside from the association of breakfast food, I did see the beauty and sincerity behind the words. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"When there's no good answers, and no new questions. Another personal disaster, there's nowhere to go but down..." - Gin Blossoms

prayersbyPatty

17 years 7 months ago

Eddie

This poem seems a little sad. Its the fractured heart that reminds me of Humpty. Sorry. It was good, but could be great. Patty