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Kassan Jahmal May 15
Throwing shots out a window,
it's all really a pain.
But it won't stick or leave a stain.
Still mind my ways,
the many open things on my brain.
I feel fragile as glass,
so please Lord, don't let me break.
annh Jun 3
π™±πšŽπš—πš, πš’πš—πšπšŽπš—πš
πš†πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πš˜πš˜πšπšŽπš πšœπšπš’πš•πš•πš—πšŽπšœπšœ,
π™·πš’πšœ πšπš’πš—πšπšŽπš›πšπš’πš™πšœ πšœπšπšŠπš’πš—πšŽπš πš‹πš•πšŠπšŒπš” πš‹πš’ πšπš’πšπš›πšŠπšπšŽπš πšπš’πš–πšŽ;

π™»πšŠπš™πšœπšŽπš πš‹πšŽπšπš πšŽπšŽπš— πš™πš•πšŠπšπšŽπšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšπš•πšŠπšœπšœ πšŠπš—πš πšŒπš˜πš™πš™πšŽπš›,
π™Όπš’πšœπšŽπš•πš πš πš’πšπš‘ πšœπš”πš’πš— 𝚘𝚏 πšŠπš•πš‹πšŠπš— πš–πšŠπš›πš‹πš•πšŽ,
π™±πš•πšžπšŽ πš’πš›πš’πšœπšŽπšœ πš‹πšžπš›πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš–πš˜πš”πšŽ.

β€œI’m a student of light,” Louis said.
β€œAnd a poet.”
β€œNo, I leave that to Charles Baudelaire. My job is to capture things before they disappear.”
β€œAm I going to disappear, Monsieur Daguerre?”
- Dominic Smith, The Mercury Visions of Louis Daguerre
kayzamo Apr 28
Who are all of you?
What are you?
Am I human like you too?
If so, then why is there a pane of glass
Separating me from you?

I've been out here in the cold,
Looking in my whole life.
I once tried knocking on the glass;
Gently tapping with my fingertips -
ra-ta-tat-tat.
I think Famous Blue Raincoat was playing too loud
For any of you to hear.

Just when I was ready to accept my fate:
Freeze to death and meet my maker -
She took my gloved hand in her own
So we could both look in together.
I gladly accept critiques. Thanks!
I am shattered.
Just like anyone else.

But it does not mean that I am far gone.
All I need to do is gather the pieces.

When I find them all eventually.

-Kore
off meds right now
Svetoslav Apr 24
tomorrow's world changes today
believe that joy will never leave
emerald glass surrounds sorrow
rainbow eyes are there to follow
LC Apr 21
as her glass heart beats,
it cracks little by little
as her chest caves in.
she closes her eyes.
her deep, slow breaths
restore her aching body
as her chest straightens.
the cracking suddenly stops.
her soul glues the cracks
and her heart is whole again,
stronger than ever before.
#escapril day 20!
Brendann Apr 17
I am glass

I’m sturdy
shiny
beautiful
till I crack
Then I shatter

don’t be fooled though
For even when I’m shattered
I’m still strong enough to hurt you
For when I shatter is when you bleed

So don’t push me

Or I might just crack
Free Verse
I’m numb below the ankle
I walk on your eggshells
I pay no kind to splinters
I stomp on your land of glass

but in the middle of the night
when one sleeps so soundly
I weep at the sight of my wounds
for they do not ache a bit

I can stitch them myself again
using thread from my knickers
I make it much easier for you
to do as you do, I’m still bleeding

consequently I’ve left in shards
this repeats most every time
and at mid-sky I do it all again
I hear crunching beneath my skin

I think that’s why I feel nothing
nothing below the ankle
nothing below the belt
I’m cast away in a body of glass
I wish to feel something again
morseismyjam Apr 15
Little glass axolotl perfect
shades of pink and orange.
Found him at the thrift store
brought him home &
shone him up with someΒ Β 
windex and a cotton cloth.
Now he sits on the shelfΒ Β 
and sometimes I pick himΒ Β 
up to marvel at the smoothnessΒ Β 
of his back, and the perfectly formed gillsΒ Β 
at the sides of his head.
My little glass axolotlΒ Β 
is one of the things that
pulls me through papersΒ Β 
with his tiny smile andΒ Β 
teensy toes. This is love caught in
silica and pigment. Yes this
is what love is.
I wrote this for a creative writing class this winter. I like it and think it's cute
LC Apr 13
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
#escapril day 12!
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