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Porcelain Dreams
Empty days drift in a world made of smoke and disguise,
Made-up lies, a life of despise while she hides.
A castle of echoes, a throne built on fantasy,
Her lack of reality—this is her majesty.
A queen in her kingdom of neon-lit haze,
Words set relationships ablaze,
Pretending to raise while seeking pity then praise.
Where nothing is real, yet she basks in the sunlight, acts brave.
She dances with thoughts of grand junction, whispers her name—total dysfunction.
Plays puppets with fate in her self-written game.
Muppets won’t hide herself-pity and shame, just blames that always remain all the same.
The mirror reflects, but she twists what she sees,
Always you, never she—in judgment, this be the plea.
A mask over sorrow, a false masterpiece,
So-called naps her peace, or a dirty release.
She climbs to the sky with a pill in her palm,
Living a life of self-made harm.
Falling through clouds that are never too calm,
Deception from rejection—a subtle balm.
Each high is a kingdom where no one can stay,
Wakes up with nothing planned for the day.
Here, she rules it alone 'til it fades into grey,
A princess used to just getting her way.
Fingers trace scars in the shape of regret,
Asks for forgiveness yet never forgets.
Yet every wrong turn is a debt but never regrets,
Loves the game, making blind bets.
Blames fate, blames love, blames the air that she breathes,
Blames life for the moment and strife.
But never the hand that tugs at the seams,
Never the reason for the clouds with no dreams.
Jealousy coils like a snake in her chest,
Wants investment but keeps losing the test.
Clinging to ghosts, never laying to rest.
A doll made of glass, fragile, untrue,
Cracks in the surface let everything through.
She plays at being something—a star, a delight—
But eager to always stir and fight.
Yet sinks with the sunrise and fades with the night,
Porcelain dreams crumble fast and never last,
Leaving her lost in the wreckage that won’t pass.
Made-up lies, a life of despise while she hides.
A castle of echoes, a throne built on fantasy,
Her lack of reality—this is her majesty.
A queen in her kingdom of neon-lit haze,
Words set relationships ablaze,
Pretending to raise while seeking pity then praise.
Where nothing is real, yet she basks in the sunlight, acts brave.
She dances with thoughts of grand junction, whispers her name—total dysfunction.
Plays puppets with fate in her self-written game.
Muppets won’t hide herself-pity and shame, just blames that always remain all the same.
The mirror reflects, but she twists what she sees,
Always you, never she—in judgment, this be the plea.
A mask over sorrow, a false masterpiece,
So-called naps her peace, or a dirty release.
She climbs to the sky with a pill in her palm,
Living a life of self-made harm.
Falling through clouds that are never too calm,
Deception from rejection—a subtle balm.
Each high is a kingdom where no one can stay,
Wakes up with nothing planned for the day.
Here, she rules it alone 'til it fades into grey,
A princess used to just getting her way.
Fingers trace scars in the shape of regret,
Asks for forgiveness yet never forgets.
Yet every wrong turn is a debt but never regrets,
Loves the game, making blind bets.
Blames fate, blames love, blames the air that she breathes,
Blames life for the moment and strife.
But never the hand that tugs at the seams,
Never the reason for the clouds with no dreams.
Jealousy coils like a snake in her chest,
Wants investment but keeps losing the test.
Clinging to ghosts, never laying to rest.
A doll made of glass, fragile, untrue,
Cracks in the surface let everything through.
She plays at being something—a star, a delight—
But eager to always stir and fight.
Yet sinks with the sunrise and fades with the night,
Porcelain dreams crumble fast and never last,
Leaving her lost in the wreckage that won’t pass.
Published 16th Feb 2025
| Edited 17th Feb 2025
Author's Note
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
February 2025
Porcelain Dreams is about someone who had the audacity to ask if I'm sure I wrote it .. yeah I wrote it and here one for you !
February 2025
Porcelain Dreams is about someone who had the audacity to ask if I'm sure I wrote it .. yeah I wrote it and here one for you !
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17th Feb 2025 2:46pm
Hello Malcolm,
Your authors note explains somewhat the cause for your write. I am not sure what this is about but it seems a type of bite back piece. Just wanted to say that creating , writing , art are not easy paths. There are certain people out there who always will look over your shoulders no matter what youre wearing or writing that day. Art is never just skin deep. Though it can feel like an attempt to attack us know that the ink in your pen will never run dry, let it move through you. Write on, shine on my friend, greetings love and blessings
Rianne
Your authors note explains somewhat the cause for your write. I am not sure what this is about but it seems a type of bite back piece. Just wanted to say that creating , writing , art are not easy paths. There are certain people out there who always will look over your shoulders no matter what youre wearing or writing that day. Art is never just skin deep. Though it can feel like an attempt to attack us know that the ink in your pen will never run dry, let it move through you. Write on, shine on my friend, greetings love and blessings
Rianne
Dear Rianne I wrote a piece and shared it hoping it would inspire someone I know , and they had the audacity to ask if I actually wrote it , it nawed me to the bone and in my annoyance I thought I rewrite this for her. It's a bite yeah sure , and me painting her reality in words ! Especially when the piece I shared was to inspire her , and instead gave some sarcastic sarcasm! I don't have time for people like this ! Get a clue, find a dream , get some direction direction in life , plan you day and each morning , get up ! Dress up ! And head on your journey to better life .. so yeah it's a bite ..
Malcolm
Xx
Thank you for the lovely comment and love your way always
Malcolm
Xx
Thank you for the lovely comment and love your way always
