My voice is dead, my lips kept making weird sounds, and I was really nervous so I sorta started mouth breathing a little there, lmao. Anyway I hope you enjoy it at least somewhat. I may or may not have improved a few subtle changes to the original that I wrote. Anyway. The poem itself goes like this: Glass I replaced my heart today with one made of bulletproof glass. So that I don’t have to feel anymore, So that I’ll never again shatter. I bottle everything inside the glass, Keeping emotions and heartbreak and pain at a distance. The deep, carmine swirls of anger and passion fill my glass organ with colors not unlike the blood it once pumped throughout my body. Now, instead of blood, My veins hum with all the emotions I drowned below the surface, Corrupting me and and changing me until I break down and expel the emotions in a ball of white-hot intensity. Then the process begins again. But I have to say, this time is different. My defenses are weakening with age. I went for a walk within myself two nights ago. I found a crack in the glass vessel. I guess bulletproof glass isn’t as strong as I once believed. It’s actually quite fragile. The glass and I have much in common.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 04:23:37 +0000
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