"snowglobe" poems
Once, long ago,
An old man took me into his shop
And showed me his snowglobe collection.
Every one, spotless,
No trace of dust lining the rims.
I paused to gaze,
No,
Marvel,
At each scene:
Two children ice skating,
A milkman driving his truck,
Ladies reading magazines while having their hair styled.
Every one, spotless,
Until I lightly shook one,
Just enough so the snow sprinkled
The ice skating children,
The driving milkman,
The reading ladies.
But each scene was still, frozen in time,
Still, perfect.
I slumped to the floor,
Heartbroken and tears trailing down my cheeks.
I wanted their life so bad,
But all I could do was marvel,
No,
Gaze,
And lightly sprinkle the tiny figurines.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
I peered into the future and saw
Possibilities dancing in semi-reality
like snowflakes beneath a stormy sky.
But the one before us was clear
as ice upon the frosted curved glass.
A madness has spread among
the countless peoples of the world.
A disease of the mind which makes it seem
to the sick man as if they are made
of glass. A fragile thing, so
frail and delicate they might break
upon any but the softest impact.
The afflicted, day and night, scream in fear
at any possible contact harder
than the lightest touch.
“I’ll break”, their blood-chilling screams
echo through the empty halls of history.
The world has broken in this future
like a music-box wound down to
silence. Men and women hide in
padded chambers, for fear of breaking
their porcelain forms upon a pavement
or stones a toddler could step over.
A cure for the glass does not exist,
save for a light tap to show the ill
that they are more than they believe.
Yet the sick would rather not be healed
than face the reality of their own resilience.
The world cannot hurt you, my friend,
but you yourself can hurt the world
and shatter it like a crystalline snowglobe.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
she was not chained, but tangled
in the fur of his kisses or the stickyness of his glances
it turned her fingertips red and made her eyes squeeze
their world was a tropical snowglobe with a little boat that tumbled around their sky
and she lapped against the plastic like a tide
looking up at him with forgiving eyes.
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 2:21 PM UTC
And in the whitest dark I
Ask for only that
To keep
Me there, for just the span of
Your snowglobe smile
That aftershock nightlight in the
Afternoon heat
Wait for me there
With your bayonet heart
Hands
Shoulders
Beneath the powerline
Wire, asleep but for me
Awake but for
The rest
And doze after
Half-light dreams and
Headrush spotlights that
Blur and
Mar my
Little love frame
Bright night air, fill
Every niche
Till whole is all
And all is this
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
I'm not sure what I'm holding on to,
I can't see past my eyes,
Not anymore,
There's no taste,
When the senses meet my tongue
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 6:35 AM UTC
I can remember just fine,
All those things that I hold dear.
What I cherish, what I yearn for,
What I imagine
Spins and swirls in my mind,
Like glitter falling in fragile snowglobe.
But it falls.
It falls until you pick it up again
And you shake it,
And it's wonderful.
I can remember all my dreams,
I want so badly to watch them live
And spin and swirl all around.
But,
What if they're stuck?
Stuck inside that glass globe,
And all they do is spin and swirl
And fall.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
Distant as a ship,
Cliche as it is,
That’s what I’ve become.
Trapped inside a snowglobe
Just looking out,
Filled with crippling doubt.
I try, but for what? For who?
I put myself last on the “to do”.
People-pleaser is all I’ll ever be--
It’s my safety,
It’s what I know.
So, when the globe gets too cold
That’s where I go.
When I cannot please,
I turn in on me.
Low as low can be.
Oh the monotony.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I think that I'm
in a snowglobe,
shaking and
shivering away.
Feet are numb,
lips are blue,
and I'm frozen in place.
Then the pale giant's hands
come and
shake,
shake,
shake
me up.
Snowflakes fly and
little me shivers even more.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain.
Pain,
Pain
Pain
(Pain)
Pain--
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain pain painpainpain
Pain pain pain
Pain pain
Pain.
Pain with pain
Pine and pain
And sick
Pain-Ill death-clock
Tick tick ticks
Nothing to say
Anymore
Pain pain. Pain
Pain with feathers
How pain and why pain
And will be and never was pain
Pain in your shoes,
In a shower
On a floor
Pain
In a garden
Pain
With your tea
Pain in your eye
As you drive
Along
We must be terrible
We must be heinous
Viscous, meticulous,
We are not.
But pain pain pain
I. Can not sleep
As they sanction drone
Strikes on children
I. can not sleep
As a
Ghostly ether summons
Across lakes in dream
I. Can't think
I. can feel like a Cyprus
Upon a grave
Love love love
Love love love love
Love love love love
Death exists
Life is in brief moments
Where the dead
Drag in front of you
Bleeding, broken
Forever lost in this abyss
Grafted from a tree
In another world
Oh, my love.
Oh my love,
As I know it true
In bent knees at dawn
Whispers evermore in my ear
Beyond graves and atom bombs
Test pilots
Test tubes
Test
Pain in your chest
In your mouth
Rotted flesh
Rotted fits of aging
Agony which
Is pain, exquisite
Like a needle
Precise like
A
Nuclear accident
I. Can't sleep
As things fly above my head
My eye
Leaving me in the dark
Leaving me in a tub
Leaving me in a gas task
Mustard gas and Venus
Drowned in calm water
Out, out, out,
Number 1.
Nitrous oxide
Psalms, palms,
Save little girls
In dresses know
As I walk by a snowglobe
Oh, my love
How
I am sick of questions with an
Answer I know
But not quite
Not, quite
And death will solve
All power
Like forks
In an outlet
u r a beautiful dawn
At sunset
My eyes are tired
It needs to heal
It needs to heal
D. E. A. (D)
In a straw or dollar
O.K.
oh, Kay
Oh, Natalie
I dot the "I" in your
Name in my brain
In my bones leaving me
Aloft in dream,
I dream and weep
I dream and weep
Pain
Pain
Pai. N.
Kiev
Leaving
Pain
Pain. Pain. no. 1
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
i walked in not knowing
the storm that would soon be blowing
outside my little bubble
i was deeply in trouble
and when i was inside
it was the perfect place to hide
but not a perfect place to be
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
A 'feeling'
'clouds'
over me
I try to find the words
to match it,
a phrase
that agrees with the emotion
and search the metaphor
to portray the image
It fights for my attention
this 'feeling'
and I battle with it
for a time
It does not waver
until I submit
I slump, defeated sometimes
sitting with my pen
Now may not be convenient
but 'now' is the time,
apparently!!
I offer
'patience'
and the rhyming story
is permitted to unfold
and be told.
As I sit
the words and phrases
are no longer jumbled
they're calm ..
and settle ..
like tiny
white
glittering flakes
within a snow globe
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
Barnacles crunch like fast food under your sneakers,
my gnawed-on boots.
We pass over cat-eyed shards of glass
still spicy with beer bubbles
and still fizzy with teen rebellion;
It molds like an infection here.
In a town nicknamed "Little Norway." ~
This place hoards candy-colored suburbia in its pockets.
Houses like skittles weigh down its pants
and it belches out tourist traps weaker than expired pepsi,
yet it still manages these moments
where I can trot by your gazelle legs
and blast Julie Andrew's confidence.
And I want to heap myself on the oyster shells, say
STOP
Put this moment in a snowglobe,
sigh into it before we move on,
do anything before the wind whips it away.
Etch it into your hand if you have to.
But breeze dimples the water like a golf ball
and rips at the seams of the shore.
Please don't forget me when you leave.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
its the feeling of goosebumps rattling your skin
pressing to be seen, it's chilling
camouflage to try and grip the cold dancing between your strands of hair
in an instant
they back off
but i remember when I tried to shy them because I didn't want you to see that my skin was expressing that the cold was ********** my senses
stay cool, I reminded me, giggling at the irony that hung in the air, but now that reminds me why where we are now is so surprising
because in that night there was no lightening or frightening arrays of the future fighting because in that night our smiling was blinding
I remember the way my heart rattled my ribcage forcing to be heard
forcing to say what I couldn't put into words as I sat there staring at the individuals strands of hair that you kept pushing behind your ear
and the way your shoulders softly pushed the air up to notice that the focus of the night was the world above us
reminding you to look up at the violent battle of elements yet discovered, but uncovered and smothered by the atmosphere to be the picture that hovers above our cloud cover
I wan't to bottle that night up, a snow globe with stars instead of snow
but no the edges of the world pulled up and so, the show finally came to a close when the ocean and earth came crashing over the curtains
and im running caught in a cycle of the cyclical monotony of suffocating monogamy, im not ready so im making this rut to house a violent flow of all this **** you don't know.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Our scope of the world.. no, the universe is like being trapped inside a snowglobe thats trapped inside another snowglobe. Once we break the one we're in, we start to see more layers. There is always more to see.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
Keep saying you don't want it
I like when you lie
Keep saying you dont want it
I like when you cry
My little snowglobe
Love to shake you up
Then watch the chaos inside
Do you hate me yet
Yeah, it's better this way
You hate me, yet
You still let me stay
My little snowglobe
Does it hurt your ears
When I tap on the glass
Arguing in the car last night
My foot hard on the gas
Probably shouldn't drive so hard
When it's raining so fast
My little snowglobe
Did it hurt when you cracked
It hurt me too
It hurt me too
It hurt me too
I want you back
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
I can't imagine how this looks
Me, face of clay
Silent windchime mouth
Aquariam glass eyeballs
Snowglobe life
Swimming in glitter
Tsunami at your hands
Plastic toes stuck
Until I lunge
Eyes flare heat
Stove top face
Coiled brain
Orange is the color I saw in you
Finger painted pianos
Mole rat grass
You took my monocle
Smashed glass in the garden
Next to tulip bulbs
That will grow in as your teeth
Fingers on mice
Like your genes
Granola girls take paths
I am glued, plastic feet
You walk around me
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
film. prayer. kittens in a box. serene nudes thrusting the skylight. trinkets in a first floor gift shop lifted by a man dreaming beneath a decompression chamber. a one use snowglobe. ash.
hole in a rabbit. a woman who talks once a year to firecrackers.
earth on earth. a baby without toes applauded for having two heels. a pregnant person who’s played on god
a simple hoax.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I've followed you
still eyes, years, captivated and lost,
all for you
glancing up to the glaicers in the sky
bloated, full and passing
asking
" Where are you going?"
rain is washing you away
I'm the runner
following you down inside the dirt
from which you grew
tempting in your branch hands
you wanted me
the slightest movement:
I'm yours
longing underneath my fingernails
heart stretched like a sail,
deep breaths push me forward
chasing you
inching
closer to you
but you started to tred the earth before I knew where it was you formed yourself
covered in ice
before you met your first early morning cigarette, dressed in baby blue sky
long before you reconsiled with absent nights and blood cells
or night walks envisioning a flame too hot to touch
and there I was,
past years, past knowingness of nights and days, staring at the face of the moon
you
one glance, one presence, one feeling
gravity
placing me ten thousand steps behind to love you
following your every direction
moving with winds that carried you all around
closing my eyes to dream your next step
hoping
it was torward me
but it wasn't
and here we are
another winter coming
and soon another passing
and all I've had to say all these cycles of seasons,
"I will love you"
and all you had was another footstep
another mark inside me
enclosing me
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 6:29 PM UTC
It was July and something inside of her began to thud. small and light as a pulse grew from a seed at the bottom of her belly, weaved and braided with veins, commandeered organs like ivy on headstones. washed up and sprouted from her chewed down fingernails, popped blood vessels in her eyes. she thought, 'if this isn't dying then it must be blooming.' this new presence was abashed by the absence of Arabic script and an African summer. it wept at dogs as they panted; they could let go so easily- a few deep heaves and they're back to pure. easy and breezy and not the sad, harsh tear of skin below shoulders, the bruises creeping over wrists and the shredded esophagus. the soiled heart and tar-heavy soul. it panicked more and more as the calender blew past. it sobbed as tomorrow became today and today became yesterday.
i lived a hazy summer. brown skin and hair that turned red at the crinkly ends as it baked. i walked through cornfields and slipped on husks. landed on my back and erupted in giggles at the snowglobe sky protecting me and caging me. incense and gin were as consistent as the advent sun. music blaring and bodies bumping and no release. no escape. my little book of plans was solid and secure. and then smashed. ripped. no poetry and braids. not dreamy just silly.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
Where lovers do catch the very fabric of the heart
Your lips float with the grace of a snowflake
Snowglobe on the mantle for all to see
But only my hands to embrace
Precious keepsake
The moon-light echos the radiance of your touch
Drawing warmth to calm my inner throe
Soothing with every stroke
A master and a brush
My Picasso
In the lovers mind you endlessly wander in wonder
As you seek to grip the slow progress of carnality
Where your unchained immortality rests
Embroidered deep in my eyes'
Caress of reality
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 7:56 PM UTC
The winter is brisk, but not half as cold as you've become.
How can you say you loved me once?
When I look into those eyes that once seemed so warm,
I only see shadows where your soul used to be.
The winter is brisk, and you're a shell of yourself.
When did you change?
It must have been all the words the doctor used to describe you.
Crazy, depressed, nervosa-syndrome-disorder
There's bandaids where I used to see your beauty.
The winter is brisk, and you're in my head but I'm not in yours.
Why didn't you come back?
The therapist convinced you our love was poison.
But it was the only thing keeping you human.
I can't shake you back to life this time.
Snowglobe darling,
I'll watch your snowflakes fall,
and listen to what's left of your sweet melody.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Walking in circles
You were all i wanted
Just trap us in a snowglobe
Your the only comfort i need
So paupers all line the streets
There destitution is how i feel
As i watch you stranded between them
And you're out of my reach
Pick up our world and shake it up
Snowflakes from up above
I stumbled, you caught me
Are you a blessing or a curse
Two smiling faces
I recognise those people
You were my tornado came and broke me down
Inside this snowglobe
With little room to move
There's no escape from you
And that's alright with me
Look how your eyes glow
Red lipstick so beautiful
When i hold you close in my arms i know
A passion for you i can't let go
So trap us in this snowglobe
Minature people with endless love
We might be trapped forever
I can only hope
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
Little people
in your ball
I am your lord
I make it snow
and cause quakes
I say
and no one cares
those inside are quite stoic
and those on the out
seem quite condescending
a sad lord am I.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
She only cares for lilacs.
Her favorite color's black.
She lives within a snowglobe,
and never leaves her track.
She wears him like a necklace,
or keeps him in a box.
She's so afraid of losing him;
just love and forget-me-nots.
Polish her with madness,
and paint her insanity clean.
She's honestly not as crazy as,
they'll all like to make her seem.
She only sleeps on rainy days,
only because she's afraid.
He doesn't see the beauty,
and hates being awake at 3am.
The phone is always ringing,
like the clock upon the wall.
Indie music resonates,
echoing down the hall.
She hides away alone,
with a cigarette in her hand.
The ledge of the tub is occupied;
she sits, and waits, and time goes by.
Her life is just a puzzle,
but she doesn't have a clue.
She complicates the simple things,
and makes happiness run blue.
He doesn't mind her tendencies;
he knows she's a little strange.
She wears him like a medal,
like her little trophy man.
But he knows she needs him,
he's the only sane thing he has.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC