Random Thoughts

Poetry Anthology

This was something I had to do for my Creative Writing class, so I didn't have as much freedom as I wanted.

Glass
I suppose you'll think this an odd theme,
Something so simple as glass,
But it's more complex than it may seem,
At least enough for this class.

Glass can symbolize different things,
Making it a fun subject.
With each possibility it brings,
This becomes a better project.

You see, glass can provide protection,
Built impossible to break,
But it can become cracked perfection,
Destroyed after one mistake.

There's so much that glass helps us to see:
Into worlds so far away,
Places we know we will never be,
Things we don't know how to say...

Ode to a Snow Globe
What a lovely little world,
Sitting in front of me,
So close, yet so very far.
A winter wonderland, frozen,
As a reminder of the place
That once was real for us.
A flaming fox of fire lives
Shielded within this orb
Beside his ivory twin,
Who curls her tail around
Both of their frail bodies.
Two friends intertwined
In the realm of imagination.
Iridescent water-drop snowflakes
Shimmer and swim through this world,
Blinding my reality,
And my mind is lost...
To this world of you and I.

My Glass Friend
I once had a friend made of glass,
Whose lips always let secrets pass.
She was reflection
Of others' affection,
But she hadn't an ounce of class.

For every trait that she wore,
Someone else wore it much more.
She wasn't her own,
So she was alone,
And her life become quiet poor.

Stained Glass Souls
You have a kaleidoscope soul,
A mosaic of everyone you've known.
Each has played a different role,
Adding another colorful glass stone.

Now when I look at you,
I can see your whole past
In the way sun shines through
The cracks of you, my precious outcast.

Now I've made you my friend,
Letting you add to my art,
Adding colored glass, so in the end,
Everyone will see your mark on my heart.

We live a stained glass soul life,
Made up of everyone,
So despite the world's strife,
We're beautiful when all is done.

Glass House
Our transparent love
Has so many vacancies
But no room for lies.

Uncovered windows:
We live in transparency,
No secrets allowed,

But delicately
We dance around each other,
Waiting to shatter.

Your heart made of stone,
Flung violently at me
Sends cracks splintering.

One more rocky fight
Sends shards flying everywhere,
As our house shatters.

Our transparent truths
Turned to much too vicious stone,
Tearing down this house.

The Lamp Post
You have caged his heart,
Glowing with fiery warmth
In the midst of night.

Caged passion wishing
It could just reach out for me
With flaming fingers,

But cold, glass prison
Has locked him away from life,
Chained up in himself.

In solitary,
He is watching the outside
With fiery eyes

Fixed on my warm gaze,
As I wish I could shatter
Our glass barrier.

Why must you keep him,
Lamp post, keeper of the flame?
Why keep him from me?

Lying Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Why must you lie to them all?
They just need to feel beautiful,
But you're rarely dutiful.

You feed each one lies,
Until she gives up and cries.
Still they return...
When will they learn?

Oh, mirror, mirror, mirror,
I can't let you hurt her,
No, not anymore,
So I shattered you on the floor.

Of Water
Half empty, half full, you tell me
What world you live in.
Are you thirsty?
Or are you drowning? Overflowing
With overwhelming happiness,
Filling you up to spill out again?
You're simply a glass,
Waiting for someone to give or take
A few innocent drops of rain.
I pour a bit of myself into you,
But it only leaks out to another,
Leaving us both drained.
Maybe soon we'll fill up
With enough happiness for us both,
And we won't have to share anymore.
No more sacrifice for you and me;
We'll finally be free.

Windows
We used to sit alone in darkness,
Dreaming of the outside world,
So one day you tore down a wall,
And you built me a window.
I sat by that window and watched the world,
A world I could never be in
But longed for so desperately,
So you showed me a new window,
The window to your soul,
And now I watch your heart,
Safe from the world outside the glass,
That world I could never have.
I watch a new world,
A world all our own,
Seen through that lovely window,
The window to your soul.

Glass Heart
I am doomed to a glass heart,
So quick to shatter and fall apart.
Am I trapped in it or it in me?
Either way, I just long to be free.

You can't take words back,
And you can't fix every crack,
So I am doomed to break
More and more with each mistake.

Maybe there is beauty in the broken,
Pieced together with kindness spoken
That shines in a bit of light
To make me sparkle and feel all right.