Self-contained
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poems
For all the world I have not happened
I am no glittering wetness on your pupil
Where am I? aborted from space
Crushed against an ice sheet where the atmosphere stops
Observing:
Summer
Immaculate lawn
Clean horizon
Dome of happy
Self-contained
Globe of glass
Precludes the rain
Blistering thunder never became
Never introduced itself
My voice never found your mouth
Or burst through your window pane
Dead to you before I fell
Staring through a crystal ball
To hell
3 comments:
Did you write that?
Cause if you did...I think I know what you mean. And if you didn't...I still do.
I did. And I'd really like to know what you make of it. (What does it make you think about? Anything, please...!)
Also -- I keep tweaking it, so don't be weirded out if you see something different.
It makes me think of being unseen by people who see you every day. As if they talk to you but never really know you. As if you're hurting right in front of their eyes but they haven't the time to notice. It feels like a person who almost thinks they're a failure because they couldn't find a way to make others see what was actually plain on their face. For even though we hide our pain, sometimes it still shows, but people are either too afraid or too absorbed elsewhere to even notice. And it also makes me think about being in a bubble. Everyone in their own little bubble, not worrying about any one but themselves. (I think this was longer then the actual post.)
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