Hey guys...
i'm writing my very first journal entry but im not quite sure if everything is just about right. please read it and let me know your thoughts and suggestion--> it would be so awesome :)
from smira, xoxo
P.S i got no title so if u have any recommendations ...go for it
GLASS POEM
glass
speaks silently to hear itself
never whispering its thoughts
so afraid the break the strongest sound
which knowlingly paints the reflection
language understandable to the heart
stealing its own innocence with every breath
still and immovable
reminding the obvious with its deceiving colors
controlling what is not even there
features of a statue that opens the eye
concealed to remember the lyrics to the song
focused like the hunter and the hunted
broken it remains reckless
single to which is not handwoven
pieces echoes it uncertainty
which swiftly churns with guilt
unbearable to the ear
Yet they stare so loud
consuming the sympathy of a raindrop
heedless in its direction
arrogant is its sharpness that reveals
everything i ever wanted
confident it keeps the answer
to find itself cheating
screaming what was right
it mimics the shape of what seems to vital
that of mere touch
an expression
pieces glued together seemingly
solidified matchless attraction
of what was made by
YOU
i'm writing my very first journal entry but im not quite sure if everything is just about right. please read it and let me know your thoughts and suggestion--> it would be so awesome :)
from smira, xoxo
P.S i got no title so if u have any recommendations ...go for it
GLASS POEM
glass
speaks silently to hear itself
never whispering its thoughts
so afraid the break the strongest sound
which knowlingly paints the reflection
language understandable to the heart
stealing its own innocence with every breath
still and immovable
reminding the obvious with its deceiving colors
controlling what is not even there
features of a statue that opens the eye
concealed to remember the lyrics to the song
focused like the hunter and the hunted
broken it remains reckless
single to which is not handwoven
pieces echoes it uncertainty
which swiftly churns with guilt
unbearable to the ear
Yet they stare so loud
consuming the sympathy of a raindrop
heedless in its direction
arrogant is its sharpness that reveals
everything i ever wanted
confident it keeps the answer
to find itself cheating
screaming what was right
it mimics the shape of what seems to vital
that of mere touch
an expression
pieces glued together seemingly
solidified matchless attraction
of what was made by
YOU