Erin Suurkoivu
Erin Suurkoivu
15 hours ago

what is sand
but the finest of glass?

and what are bones
but the finest of ash?

and you may try to crush
me down into the finest of elements,

reduce me to nothingness,
blow me to the wind.

but I have a talent
for rising again,

oh yes.
you cannot keep me down for long.

#crush   #bones   #down   #wind   #glass   #sand   #talent   #nothingness   #ash   #rising  
Delta Swingline
Delta Swingline
7 days ago

Fact: My sister is a wonderful human being.


After hearing about the tragedies happening around us, she decides to make paper stars. Lots and lots of stars.

She asks for empty bottles from the neighbours and her friends. She fills the bottles with these stars, folding away all her problems into glass bottles and jars of all shapes and sizes. After she fills the bottles and jars she hands them to her friends and family.

She gives one to me.

The paper stars in a rainbow pattern, they seem so full of wonder. Even if they are nothing more than paper encased in glass.

I take the glass jar and place it on the top shelf of my school locker. Reminding me that I can keep a piece of home and happiness close to me.

But it didn't last.

After I made some mistakes I didn't feel as though I wanted any happiness near me. I wanted to take every bit of hope and hide it away.

I took the jar of paper stars out of my locker 2 days ago.

Holding it close to my chest as I walked down the halls of my school.

My head hanging.
Eyes glued to the floor.

Walking away from everything.

But still sort of hopeful...
Wishing for a bit more optimism.

A shining star.

My sister will always be one of my biggest inspirations.

I say this with a glass of humility
That I've built worlds up and down these streets
And surrounded myself with all manner of things
Which I've pulled from inside of myself and out
And spread around
Like butter on my creative roll
With only this glass to wash it down
I am hungry for the here and not
The creation which keeps me wide awake
When all others have fallen asleep in my town
Even this very expression was kept on a shelf
Hence why...
I generally keep such things to myself
For a glass of humility is better than milk
At settling my mind and stomach down

I generally keep such things to myself
#poem   #poetry   #of   #rhyme   #idk   #verse   #glass   #humility   #scribbles   #sean  

The fingerprints of children,
Imprinted on the glass.
Long grown into adults,
Being forced to march and grind away.
The youth that was once so easily seen,
Now faded in a darkened dream.
Age now all they know.
'All we know
All the universe has ever known.

#home   #happy   #play   #children   #simple   #glass   #youth   #where   #north   #merry  

The sands flow like salty water,
Down the thin waist to the opposite ends.
Denoting the passage of time, and punctuating it.
In fragments of the beach, and silicon from the earth.
seconds pulsate, from atomic clocks.
Hourglass sands fall and flow into arbitrary heaps.
Ways of chronology
lost to antiquity.
One must ponder,
Did time flow the same,
for humans before the age of automation?

#fear   #fantasy   #head   #age   #flow   #glass   #neck   #hourglass   #chronology   #lich  

you swallow glass to
cleanse your insides
and make room for
clear cut crystals.
holding hope out
in a dish for more
more high flying
death defying
pixie dust.

I wanna fucking fly.
#glass   #crystal   #coke   #pixie  
cait-cait
cait-cait
Feb 27

i see myself:

a
little tiny girl,
tear stained, broken..
.
pressed up against a glass
window that some might
call
a mirror,

and
submerged like a castle
in a fish tank, i
watch the way
that
little me swims
above
pretty little rainbow beads
and
picks at affection,
somehow
dropped from
the sky..
.

its
blue, pink, and
green;
and
there's a face in the clouds:

like rain, i
cry. looking down at
what once was..
.

and i remember why
that little girl
died.

whenever i recall my abuse i always feel like im looking through a glass window into a tank full of water or vice versa and it's a strange feeling.
#broken   #abuse   #cry   #die   #rain   #affection   #rainbow   #glass   #cloud   #castle  
Dawn
Dawn
Feb 25

When I was
knee-high to a grasshopper--

Trudging through trampled blades of green
barbed wire boundaries with drunken posts
dotted silver lined horizons.

Weaving between the simple life
and faraway dreams of sunken ships
and princes with dancing eyes
a gate with a makeshift wire hanger latch
offered respite to one aspiring wanderlust.

--before memories were put out to pasture:

Escaping down a knotted hill
a small grove of fruit trees sprang.
Twisted, swirling unfettered.
Their roots deeply planted
still they were light on their limbs.

A bounty from heaven
fell at my feet.
I pursed my lips and tasted
sweet youth from a frosted glass.
Joy in the somewhere in between.

Juxtaposed I suppose
for a moment when rapture
thrilled with poignant clarity.
And I savored every taste.

A plastic lawn chair perched precariously
beneath a far reaching canopy.
Can wooden arms hug comfortably?
They could, and did.
And I stared up through the glistening leaves
at azure and impossible and fancy.

Spell bound.

#poem   #green   #lips   #heaven   #trees   #light   #glass   #youth   #roots  

All your lies and all your pain
following dreams you'll only break
on this road for way too long

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

All you know is home
with a heart that doesn't want to be alone
with a heart that doesn't want to lose it's song

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

And I know you had to go
Had to get yourself back home

But when it's said and done
there really was no way we could have won
the cracked glass shatters to the floor
reminding me that life always gives a cure

#broken   #lost   #shattered   #glass   #cracked   #win   #crack   #shatters   #cracks   #won  

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your father or mother or wife,
Whose judgement upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and 'chisel' a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest.
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed the most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

-Dale Wimbrow (1895-1954)

AKA The man in the glass.
 
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