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Glass

Vision_of_insanity
K.O.
Fire of Insight
United States
Joined 22nd Jan 2024
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Thank you Grace

Grace
IDryad
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Champagne, anyone?

a vessel standing proudly elegant
created fashionably to embrace delight
sweetness of celebratory champagne
sparkling with fizz of sweet refrain

golden bubbles delicate fizzes
it's stem caressed with delicate touches
the crystal curves a work of art,
celebrations celebrated piece of heart

-not an entry-

mysteriouslady
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th Aug 2012
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Shards

When you broke me  
it felt like millions  
of pieces
of unmirrored glass
violent  
sharp  
scarring
cutting out my soul  
the one †
you used †
to love
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Grace
IDryad
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mysteriouslady thank you for your entry,

slipalong
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 41awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
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The crystal ball

As I reflect the telescope
to look ahead for signs of hope
 through the lense, the remote near floats

 Picture on the mantle slate
memories chalice, of the past relates
held behind transparent plate

 Glazing of, the past bygones
clouded now opaque, too soon abscond
not molted drops the furnace shone

Myself in desperation seek
could mystic presence bring relief
for silver coin the cost is cheap

A gypsy, fortune tellers claim
a crystal ball, illuminate, or dark remain?
a study, tomorows hopes pertained

In the orb my destiny was cast
clouds unfold in hope and find pizzaz?
a ticket to a life that boast first class

My glass half empty or half full with cheer
the one way mirror of the seer
shows life is never crystal clear







 
 
Written by slipalong
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Grace
IDryad
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Thank you for participating Slipalong.

Bluevelvete
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 21st July 2020
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mosaic.

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sharply disfigured † †  
spread, jagged † †  
course edges † † †
suffuse † † †
a multicolored scatter † †  
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broken pieces strewn † †  
shore to shore † † †
throughout vast distance † †  
rippling of kinetic space † †
to effect time's own hands † † †
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gently imbued † † †
tis an intimate †  
delicate wish, †
where pained fragments † † †
streaked of sweet reflective hope † †  
dance luminous hues † † †  
of blue-violet and midnight † † †
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creative cracks † †  
turn fortuitous † †
fissures, † †
which cause new colors † †  
of an imagined tomorrow † † †
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O' shimmer in tender repose † †  
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as the beauty of † † †
true brokenness † † †
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reflects their discovered mosaic † †  
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Written by Bluevelvete
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Green_Arrow
Fire of Insight
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Joined 25th Feb 2020
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Having One Too Many Glasses Of Jack Daniel's

Zoe woke and
saw herself
and Jared both
naked and hungover
due to having one too
many glasses of Jack
Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey last night.
Written by Green_Arrow
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
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Joined 16th Dec 2014
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Ode to Glass

(This is an awful poem but it helped... With what, I don't know, it just helped).

I.

Terrible, sinuous bottles. Terrible, vibrant
colors. Such shimmering, pretty lies.
Each one signifying something that will never be.
The only beauty, the sound of your name,
which would shatter and die.

II.

My sculptured, silver throat.
Or at least, crystalline gate when flooded,
threaded shards pressed inward,
hungry, their sweet, delicate teeth.
My body under blankets, Venetian,
red and purple like a baby, fevered and heaving.

They always associated you with cold.
I wanted to make you warm but it was
breathing life into the dead. Still didnít we always,
deep inside, want to be one with that purity,
frozen in sinlessness to nothing that will answer,
bodies grown acclimated to the most beautiful cruelties.

Inside a transparent coffin, the princess sleeps.

III.

I forgot I died once before and I discovered
there was nothing to look forward to,
the road diverged but two paths led straight back
to Hades, the pain of slow afternoon light
and a frilly womb scented by lavender and stillness.

Or rather, a stopping and a starting
with no memory in between.

On the way I had grown lost, haunted by
slippers and fairies and the faintest traces of dust.
When he pressed me to the door,
a reflection exquisite, forced me to look him
in the eyes the whole way through.

IV.

If I looked into you I would see what I know,
the blotched skin, mismatched eyes,
face of an ogress.
Her heavy body that was also my body, the dancing hernia,
the word shock repeated over and over, another lovely word,
soft staccato rolling from my tongue.

I huddle in a house deplete of the world.
She has won in the end, even after the end,
fearful tyrant, beloved foe, I yearned
for her love like dew on apples.
Now fading, losing volume. Not quite a pinprick, no.
I know the treachery of the living,
I writhe with it. Loved ones unrecognizable now.
My feet cold and numb and clear as hers.

There is no love. There is only need.
There is no safety.
There is no point. There is only pointlessness.
Written by toniscales (Lost Girl)
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Grace
IDryad
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Thank you Blue, Toni and green_arrow for participating

Green_Arrow
Fire of Insight
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While The Friend Paints A Portrait

Margot was standing
in front of her best friend Kim
in nothing but her
glasses and panties while the
friend paints a topless portrait.
Written by Green_Arrow
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Green_Arrow
Fire of Insight
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Grace said:Thank you Blue, Toni and green_arrow for participating

My pleasure.

Her
Tyrant of Words
United States 10awards
Joined 1st Sep 2021
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Ahavati
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Joined 11th Apr 2015
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Pepsi & Peanuts

It was my motherís favorite:  
A bottle of Pepsi  
and a little bag of Planterís peanuts  

She would dump the bag  
into the bottle  
after taking a few sips  
to lower its contents  

I donít know why I remember  
things like this  
But always wonder †
if itís because sheís with me  
at that particular moment  

A few days after cleaning
the yard from a storm  
I saw something glassy  
protruding from the mud  

As I dug, I realized  
it was a vintage Pepsi bottle  
the one with swirls †
introduced the year I was born:  
1959, and changed in 1978ó  
the year she passed on  
( I looked it up †)  

There are forces greater than us  
always willing to confirm  
there is no coincidence  
and our initial thought †
to be the correct one  

I would say I cleaned it up  
and use it as a vase  
for the green thumb  
she bequeathed  
with her last breath  

But I think itís pretty obvious  
that she never really left †
~
Written by Ahavati
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Grace
IDryad
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Thank you Her and Ahavati for participating

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