Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
GEMMA IVERSEN
Welcome to the heart of me, the purest, uncut parts of me. These inmost fragments that you see, from pain and passion came to be, in blemished, unclothed intimacy, existing here as poetry.
More Gemma Iversen Quotes
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Go on then, color me broken whilst I feign my surprise. Let me summon some sorrow for this wreckage inside.
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How are you yet to learn? I don’t want grand gestures. I don’t want the world on a plate, the best life has to offer, material things or flashy gimmicks. I just want you with me.
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and watch me spark like a match tossed to tinder.
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Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.
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I can fade to darkness too. Through fear or want or need, its true. If only to escape the truth; that loneliness abides with you.
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I couldn’t care less how much money a person has, or what their job title is. Show me a person who seeks out the beauty in a wreckage; who’ll take the remnants of their troubles and stitch a sail from the tatters.
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I strip. In low light. In the silence of my room. I strip like an act of confession. Unclothing my meticulous mind and teasing language from the vestry of my soul.
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Rise and shine, rise and shine. Fractious hope in life divine. Rise and flicker, rise and fade. Til’ death’s clasp I can’t evade.
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Do I need you? No. But I want you. Like the fish seek warmer waters and the birds the brighter skies.
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Deep within, I still exist; a brighter, happy me. Just look beyond my outer casing.
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You’re a beautiful enigma and warmed in charming wit.
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You demanded silence and I became sonorous.
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A seed of suspicion. A sprout of doubt. A sapling of worry. But what an oak of strength I’ve become.
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She can shake away the recent frost of misery and pain. As life takes in a vivid sense of meaning once again.
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What’s the end game? Well, when hate is your agenda, and my own is but love, then this game is not one in which you feature, and my end, is a far-flung world from yours.
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I wished for nothing more than the warm crushing of your hold. It would be strong enough to shield me from the world as I grew old.
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