elenore elizabeth

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Glass - Poem by elenore elizabeth

my gentle glass world with holes to look through
here my mind use to be open and my thoughts flew
so beautiful the colors that shine
blues, blacks, and purples, so fine.

my gentle glass world, so cool
now it is on fire, and the fire is cruel.
my chest it hurts, pressure is holding it still
this feeling, of you gone is making me ill

fragments of my glass world abandoned in it's final resting place
i am without a home, a memory, a face
my gentle glass world, so delicutly made
so easily broken, so easily slain.


Comments about Glass by elenore elizabeth

  • (2/28/2008 8:13:00 AM)

    i can't even describe how much i love this one! its amazing! (Report)Reply

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  • (2/27/2008 2:17:00 PM)

    Nice analogy and obviously written from painful experience...I still grieve over a lost love and angry mistake I made 23 years ago! With me every day, and I'm married. Thanks for being honest and vulnerable.

    Don't know if this will help but i like the quote:

    For now you know love's secret, that to receive love it must be given with no thought of its return. To love for fulfillment, satisfaction, or pride is no love. Love is a gift on which no return is demanded. Now you know that to love unselfishly is its own reward. And even should love not be returned to you it is not lost, for love not reciprocated will flow back to you and soften and purify your heart. -'The Greatest Miracle in the World' by Og Mandino
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2008


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