It's almost like torture
A feeling that I can't escape
And it's only getting harder
Have I really made a mistake?
Staring through the window
Drooling at the pretty toy I see
But I just don't have the money
I have to have it, it has to be for me!
And yet I see someone else
Through the glass with a gleam in their eyes
I refuse to let them have it
They can't take what is mine!
And as I pound on the glass
Oblivious to my demands
They take the toy away from me
How dare they mock me so!
Use me
Abuse me
As long as you love me I'm yours
I'll wait
And I'll crash
As long as you love me I'm yours
I'll cry for you
And try for you
As long as you love me I'm yours
Lately I've been feeling down
About the state we're in
It's a hill I'll try to climb
As long as you love me I'm yours
Eat me up and spit me out
Say you're sad again
Bleed me dry til I run out
A fish's life isn't easy.
Look at me.
I cannot close my eyes
I cannot stop moving
I cannot help hearing
All that I never wanted to.
I do not sleep
I do not dream
All I know
That a few strokes ahead
I will kiss the cold reflection
of my own self.
Thank you, Lord, for this glass cage...
Turning it inward, the first thing I noticed
Was the paleness of the Blue.
As I scanned, colours of different hues appeared
A bright saffron Red that excited me,
Greens, strange, I always felt erotic
Browns of barren lands and then
The White of the snow-capped hills.
I shook the Glass and Viola'! it turned
To a Kalaiedoscope.
Sparklers and bangle pieces
Tinted glass and tiny beads - I shake -
And marvel at the myriad of love.
Love, in its infinite patterns, Love
That I knew, and that I didn't
Each design, falling into place
So different from the other, so unique!
Mortified spectators on iron bridge.
Flat rat-a-tats.
Lurid whistles hurtled.
Craters defeated paths.
Glass unhinged.
spectatorsFlat
whistles
paths
Glass
Spectators intoxicated.
Flat ums and ahs.
Nightfall whistles, melodious.
Vanishing ragged paths.
Air-nips turned glass.
Inside she's a wreck
When you see her she's perfectly fine
Deep down her mind is a fucking mess
When she's with you she seems happy
When she's alone she's fragile like glass.
The girl full of hopes and dreams
She wants to escape her home where she cant sleep peacefully
She wants to meet new people, explore the world go on fun road trips
She wants to feel happy again
And at midnight if you ask her
"Are you okay"
And she says I'm fine
She won't be lying this time
Anxiety holds his claws around my neck
Feeling my pulse to perfectly manipulate
One move is all it takes
Happiness once stroke my back
Growing older opens an ominous gate
Life is a struggle at all stakes
Every one of us is fragile like glass
Even the ones with 24/7 sass
Lower, middle or upper class
Glass stays glass
Some shatter, others burst
In the end we all break
I have taken responsibility for what I've done
Loving you without a way to get out
An endless sea of misery
Questionable decisions we made decorating our colorful past
Leaving the comfort of what we were
to join what we thought was needed
Creating bliss which only lasted a few years
The broken hearts mangled by shattered glass and yet I'd go back
empty promises and yet I'd go back
cracked ribs and yet I'd go back
for HIM
The quiet is an endless street,
a street with glass and metal stabbing my very soul,
it has left my skull broken, my thoughts left flying, can you hear them, the screaming and the killing thoughts,
I was left on this quiet and empty street, never to be heard,
never to be spoken with my own real words, only silence lingers ,
only my thoughts are left and my broken skull,
mingled together to create my very quit being.
the layers of glass
spinning up in the thermal
what can stop them now?
One may slip and slide
when tied to the tendrils of the heart;
in the glass ball,
every step attains a perfect landing.
It might take fifty years for the waves
to turn clear glass cloudy white,
unmistakable as platinum blond hair
in photos from 1936 when Grandma Dagmar
looked like Jean Harlow as she discarded
broken milk bottles that I might find
and piece together into a ghost or new moon.