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Snipes May 14
I’m praying to Stained Glass Windows
Here are my prayers
I know you can hear
You act so clever
I’m just trying to mirror
No answers to whoever
You let Karma handle what you fear
Who never seems fair
Verses as pictures
I’m just tryin to mirror
Stained glass stories
I cannot see what’s going on outside
Stained glass stories
I cannot see the truth of the outcome
I cannot see what you want me to be
Stained glass light color me
I see the air through the light freeze
I live without knowing
I cannot dye without dying
The reflection without seeing
It’s a beautiful thing
I’m praying to stained glass
Lord, please believe me
The texture ends in the scripture
While the textile dresses the style
The temerity admits to the scribbling
All while I’m overthinking everything
I rise and now the world is beneath me
The Stained Glass Windows are my ceilings
An I’m screaming you can’t handle me
Tweet tweet
Twitter handle
Many are judgemental
A few sentimental
Very few instrumental
Sit on a Twitter handle
Take a sample
Don't forget to include yourself
Analyse data
How many are mental
Write a thesis
Get a degree DTH
Direct To Home
Doctor of Twitter Handle!
Illusions of space
Illusions of time
We skillfully handle
In everyday life
Some suffer from
Illusion of knowledge
Worse than ignorance
May result in crime
Handling and convincing them
Giant Devil to fight
Does it even matter anymore?
                To put together a broken ceramic.
                               It's Art they say; but few understand.

                Does it even matter anymore?
                               To put on garments around my feets
                                              That are used to the shards.
archived Feb 2020
Isabella Apr 2020
One more night, stuck in the shadows.
One more light, of flickering candles.
One more fight, then no more battles.
For you to be alright, I'd sacrifice much more that I can handle.
Thou-shalt-not                          
        deceive,
              break
                       or
                         repent.
So please,
             handle
                    with care.

As your beloved
               lustrous
              diamond
                             or
                                 a noxious
                                       fission
                               time-bomb.
( _me_ )
Łëïçkî Jan 2020
You wanted a girl
Unlike any other girl
When the time came to love her like she wasn't any other girl...
You ran away.
you failed to love me
Tollan Dec 2019
A handle is hard to describe
But in this thought I'll try

I am, with or without you
You do not have final say
My spine is strong and head still firm
Alas, I am just clay
My shoes without lace, and yet
A handle is not needed,
To keep me in place.

My function to do, is done without you
A servant of service I stay
I do not jest but I cannot fray
I just dont need your
Disfigured clay.

With you i am heavy but freeier than before.
You make my job easier, the job that is to pour

I can live without you babe,
Just wish that you had stayed
My life will go on
Your handle will be replaced.
Merinda Sep 2019
I'm just nothing but trouble
Facing out this own battle
Looking for the way to struggle
It's not easy as turning table

But i trust myself to take a handle
Just waiting for day to getting better
Everything's fine and going brighter
Poetic T Sep 2019
The web we weave,

                only catches the
flies of our misdeeds.

We may have droplets,
        of regrets hanging
           in the morning
but they dry up.

remember life is a web intricate,
           and flawless.

the only ones that can cause ruination
                  are ourselves.

           never catch what you cant handle.
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