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kaylene- mary Jul 2018
Some nights when I'm looking you right in the eyes, I can hear glass break in the backseat of my mind
Thinking, "this is it"
And when the engine finally starts I can't feel my own skin except the rambling in my veins knowing that somethings about to snap and I don't know what that means but you remind me of a pigeon trapped underground with no way to get out except straight through and maybe that's why they say you shouldn't bring a knife to a gun fight when you can't see the exit wounds
I know you're draining like a tub full of sand but you pulled your own plug and now I'm stuck sweeping up the floor
kaylene- mary Jul 2018
it is not enough to love,
it is never enough. you must sew your fingers shut
like treasure.
mold into paper, heart like memory foam.
you must lock
the doors and change the keys, even if they don't visit. make your first drink in this palace a delight,
mount a bottle to the ceiling - decorate
with pale pink everything.
build a fist fit for windowpanes
and break no glass.
remember that a laughing bird will never fly at night, cranberries won't grow on trees and
his blood cannot stain your teeth.
young girl your are so lucky to sleep,
so lucky to dream and so lucky to love.
but it is not enough to love.
one must also learn to be.
Amanda Jul 2018
My lucidity
fights alcohol like how glass
cuts skin like a knife.
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
walk in blue
when the blue lights are on
and blue smoke
blue smoke
of the fire of the world

walk on glass
walk across the sky
and live not life
live death
oh my heart
my heart

and tomorrow I will be again
In the same place
in a place where there are no pains and sorrows
where there is no down and up
one space only
blue

13.07.18
soph Jul 2018
Still stuck behind the glass wall
There’s no use in getting out
No use in communicating
The people on the other side have given up, too
I slump down to the floor in a state of defeat
Resting my head on my knees
Suddenly
I feel a knocking on the glass
Slowly
I turned my head
A smile grew on my face
Someone like me!
Someone that understands!
I could tell in his eyes
He was behind a glass wall, too
“Do you feel my heart saying hi?”
A bond formed
From nothing else
But our life behind those glass walls
I reached through the glass
And took his hand
I’m no longer alone
I attempted a continuation (ooooooh) of a poem I wrote called Glass around a month ago

the best conclusion I can give without really giving away the intended meaning of the metaphor is that it’s really good to find someone that can relate to you :’)
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
crying was like rain
crying fell from the sky
and glass
and glass
tore up papers
tore hands

crying is unbearable
wailing tore my soul
and not mine and others
Chinese in one far country
somewhere in the future
or in the past

about crying
time you're crying
I'm you time
about crying
glass

05.07.18
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
Hello there in the mirror
It's been a length of time
Too long, if you ask me
And you do ask me
Because I'm you

Oh, me, it's been too long
Once we were of a kind
Then we were metal twine
Then were cut in two

Glass can tell
A story
Better than
Family
Or even
A good friend

Glass can tell
A story
Better than
The basic
John or Jane
Or Mx

Hello there in the mirror
It's been a length of time
Ugly is beautiful
Beautiful ugly
And in between

Oh, me, I'm
Pulling stretch marks apart
To see the white
The intact skin is tanned
The damaged skin is
Bright pearlescent

Oh, me, I'm
Pulling my gum lines down
To see the black
The clean teeth still eat plaque
The bad teeth, less teeth
More empty space
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