"shatterable" poems
Am I glass to myself?
So easily shattered.
See through the image I talk about;
Do I pretend to be different
Than a mirror of doubt?
Reflect back only critics
Buckets of loss
With every look in the eye,
A victory tossed.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
The air is saturated with the light aroma of vanilla
and a tinge of red wine
The last notes of “Happy Birthday” hang in the air
each sung in a different tone by the drunken relatives surrounding me
creating a wave of crashing chords, a clashing medley that somehow fits
I grip the table i am sitting in front of
feeling the cool glass surface, almost shatterable but not quite
and the chair legs beneath me that i wrap my feet around
and the candles are lit. they glow like stars set right in front of my eyes
i could almost hold it in its perfection, it does not seem like it would hurt
to cup that flame in the palm of my hand
to spin the stars from my fingertips
they scream “Make a wish!”
my eyes squeeze shut
my breath locked in
so tightly i feel a balloon will burst inside me at any moment
and in one motion i let it whisper out
The candles extinguish
the gray smoke lingering heavy in the air
this moment i could hold forever
the pure bliss of wishes being wished
suspended forever, hanging around me.
and then its gone.
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 7:09 AM UTC
Shown off the glimpse of a piece of glass.
We see ourselves, we see each other, we see the world.
The person I see is finally starting to become recognizable,
But what about us?
The images shown as us is becoming blurry.
Salt water filled into my eyes at the thought of losing it.
Is life always win some and lose some?
Am I only starting to see myself because I’m losing the vision sight of who we are?
What we’re supposed to be.
No
Its glass.
Shatterable.
Destroyable.
Materialistically nothing.
The perception of who we are is given to us by a hand crafted thing, but what about within the eye of the beholder made by a woman's womb?
What about the humanistic perspective?
Are we going to constantly separate the idea of others because of the ideas of our own, given to us by a momentum that leaves our vision of sight in a second, if wanted?
Too see what we want is a self conscious choice of spacing out the other things,
And if we aren't aligned with what we want to see, we just aren't there yet.
Time goes by fast with the right beat
Have I found mine yet?
Who knows.
In this life, our reflection is internal and external.
Mental and psychical.
To hope that one day, if the glass disappears, we as people will not vanish too.
For we have the highest of confidence, no need for any of the materialistics.
Not even the piece of glass.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC