One Little Piece

One Little Piece

Brittany L. McCann

9/27/2015

 

It starts out so small

You almost don’t even notice

The change is slight

Invisible on the outside

To pinpoint its cause

Is practically impossible

One day it hits you

There is something gone

But it’s only one little piece

Nothing big or major

An infinitesimal shard

Easy to replace

Will it ever come back?

Knowing not where it’s gone

A tiny morsel is all

The pain starts to shine

A pinpoint of dark

In a place meant for light

The can damage its whole

Merely because of the absence of

One little piece

Will it ever be mended?

This now missing piece

After all its size is miniscule

A microscope can barely glimpse it

And yet without its presence

This one little piece

Can eat away at the whole

Somehow I must find

This one little piece

That has gone missing

Just one little piece

Such a small little piece

Yet still a vital piece

This one little piece

This piece of my heart.

REVENGE- A Dark Poem

I actually LOVE the dark poetry that I wrote during the early 2000s and wish that I was inspired to write more now in life.  They always turn out so visual to me.  Have a look for yourself. 

Broken in the dead of night

Mourning for the sun to rise

Sobbing in the midst of fright

Too fed up with compromise

Promise of a better day

Broken by each day's light

Needing to go another way

Ready to put up a fight

One can only take so much

Trying desperately to understand

Shuddering from the thought of his touch

Staring at the wall, so bland

I'll love you 'til the day I die

Perhaps that day can be made near

No longer having tears to cry

it will all end hear

Contemplating knife or gun

More pain, or less time

Knowing those that care are none

Ridding the world of his grime

Drifting from one shower to another

Tightly gripping her weapon of choice

He prevented her from becoming a mother

Setting fire to his precious Rolls Royce

Another car drifts into the drive

She hears the engine die

Now he sets foot inside

From the shadows she whispers goodbye

Swiftly lunging out at him

Letting not one second slip by

Not even worth his own name, Jim

She thrusts the knife into his side

Twisting as he yelps in pain

Silent as he pulls it out

Something clicks within his brain

His face turns into a pout

Slicing the air reaching for his throat

His hand grabs out for the knife

Memories of pain caused to her float

Within her mind glimpsing a new life

 He gags while choking on his blood

His body slumps onto the floor

Struggling, she drags him through the mud

Stopping only to open the car door

The car is prepped to be set ablaze

Rolling down the road, erupting flames

Her solemn mood, it does not phase

She could no longer take his games

Happily walking back to the house

Walking the stairs up to her bed

Slowly unbuttoning her blouse

Washing from her hands the red

Laying between the silken sheets

Praying to the starry skies

Finally slowing her heart beats

Peacefully she closes her eyes

In Need

I would like to share another throwback poem since I haven't done that in awhile.  This one is from March of 2001.  I wrote a lot of poetry around this time...  Enjoy

It's for you my heart yearns

Don't deprive me your love

Fire inside me burns

Away flies the white dove

Does love come and go

Has it decided to stay

How do I show 

What I'm feeling today

Words cannot grasp

My emotions inside

Feelings growing so fast

Taking me for a ride

Will you catch me if I fall

I'd reach out for you

Do you even care at all

My love is so true

To you, I'll never lie

I know you'd be mad

And I'd rather die

Than see you sad

I let out my pleas

I see you smile

Timeless ease

I'll have you for awhile

Amazing spark in your eyes

As I wish on a star

Looking tot he skies

In my heart you aren't far

Please listen to my words

They represent me

Carrying my heart like a bird

Together forever we can be

Don't refuse me now

I don't know what I'd do

Love reached down a bough

Now I hear a dove's coo

For you I'll always be there

You reach me even in my dreams

For you I will always care

Love can be gentle and serene

Hold me tonight

I need you near me

Did the love bug bite

Setting my heart free

It has chosen you

And I don't mind

I promise to be true

In your eyes, Love I find

I'm giving you me

Forever to stay

Together we can be free

If you'll hear what I say

OCD: A Heartbreaking Love Poem

Earlier today I came across one of the most unique and heartfelt poems that I have ever heard in my life.  It was written and read by a man named Neil Hilborn with OCD and tics.  He is a very brave man that bared his heart and soul in front of other people and I commend him for that.  It is the type of poem that would never be received int he proper way without him reading it himself.  He entered into a poetry slam and was videotaped reading it aloud.  It brought tears to my eyes each time that I have heard it and you can feel the power of his words and the emotions behind them.

If you don't know what OCD stands for it is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  Wikipedia defines OCD as "Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry; by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety; or by a combination of such obsessions and compulsions. Symptoms of the disorder include excessive washing or cleaning; repeated checking; extreme hoarding; preoccupation with sexual, violent or religious thoughts; relationship-related obsessions; aversion to particular numbers; and nervous rituals, such as opening and closing a door a certain number of times before entering or leaving a room. These symptoms can be alienating and time-consuming, and often cause severe emotional and financial distress. The acts of those who have OCD may appear paranoid and potentially psychotic. However, OCD sufferers generally recognize their obsessions and compulsions as irrational, and may become further distressed by this realization." And a tic is described as "A tic is a sudden, repetitive, nonrhythmic motor movement or vocalization involving discrete muscle groups. Tics can be invisible to the observer, such as abdominal tensing or toe crunching. Common motor and phonic tics are, respectively, eye blinking and throat clearing^"
 With that background definition, if it is new to you than you can have a new realization to how amazing it is that he was able to stop washing his hands after touching her, and how he is now able to leave the door unlocked, and leaves the light on hoping for her to come back.  It just breaks your heart.  On one hand I can imagine how difficult dating someone with these behaviors would be,  IT would require an insane amount of patience and time.  Obviously the novelty wore off for this woman, and I hope that he can find someone worthy of him that can give the patience and time that he deserves.  Either way his heart break breaks my heart with it's pain.