Broken Glass, Shattered Hope
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I wrote this from somthing I had seen in a picture. It is not my best work but is interesting. One more of those poems done in 5 minutes, so that should explain enough.
Broken Glass, Shattered Hope
Cracked and caked in old bandages Obscured visions of past images Lurking in shadows Of never ending stairs Climbing to a height Impossible to obtain Cradled in self indulgence Time pressing back tears Stone cold are the features Of lives bitter shame |
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I agree with red.I could red it over and over and everytime, get a new meaning you're trying to express.You are a very talented writer and I hopr you continue.Write On.| | Posted on 2006-01-14 00:00:00 | by giver_of_death | [ Reply to This ] | Dude, this a kick butt write. I love it. It shows the hopelessness of the teenaged life. Idk I guess it really reflects how I feel right now. It sounds Nena that you have supressed memories, but that's just me. | Your buddy Paco the Poet of Arson | Posted on 2006-01-09 00:00:00 | by Flamequill | [ Reply to This ] | This is a very pretty poem and I think, Replying to Red_Reaper's comment that we can never really begin to understand what the author is implying through a piece, unless we ARE the author.. We can just get what we can imagine from the peice.. | And what i see from it will be completely different than someone else. But my thoughts are that maybe there is a great distance to overcome... Time? It unables us to cry because we still have hope for it no matter what happens. Or maybe you were looking at a picture of an endlessly snowy old mountain and imagined having to hike up it. See. I have no idea but the point is that this poem painted beautiful visions in my head and it donsnt make me want to see the picture because I am sure that these words and descriptions are better than a picture. Amber | Posted on 2005-12-21 00:00:00 | by PoeticSoul666 | [ Reply to This ] | I feel like I want to read it over and over and over. And still never get every single meaning that my mind will make. i liked all the descriptions and perspectives. It was funny the inspiration was just from looking at a picture. | I liked the title. | Posted on 2005-12-20 00:00:00 | by Red_reaper | [ Reply to This ] | |
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