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The Glass Girl
Contributed by
cherryamber
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Thursday, 9th January 2014 @ 03:49:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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There's a glass girl in my head, if I
shake too violently she'll shatter
If she fills up with wine
I'll drown myself in her
And in time
Every longing I have for death
Presses another crack up her spine
And I can taste the shards down the back
of my throat
The pieces of her, me
bleeding straight through me
Copyright ©
cherryamber
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2014-01-09 03:49:51]
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Re: The Glass Girl
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by shelby on
Thursday, 9th January 2014 @ 01:53:40 PM AEST
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This is such a sad poem.I hope you are writing out your emotions and are not really feeling this deeply sad.Hang in there, life is a struggle at times but we must keep going.
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Re: The Glass Girl
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by softerware on
Thursday, 9th January 2014 @ 07:16:42 PM AEST
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EGADS…this is so Edgar Allen!
Dark and vivid words!
Casts a spell! Love it!
softerware |
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Re: The Glass Girl
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by deusdeira on
Friday, 10th January 2014 @ 07:12:27 PM AEST
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| Reading this reminds me of when i feel broken, but even glass can be melted down, and spun anew. :) |
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Re: The Glass Girl
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by alicewhite on
Tuesday, 21st January 2014 @ 04:14:16 PM AEST
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Such dark writing and yet it is full of light, your reference to the spine makes me think of the chakras activated as you struggle with your outer and inner hidden true self and slowly but surely she emerges as(your old id ego) is finally shattered after constant episodes of turmoil and despair ,
the phoenix rises out of the ashes,
don't know if my interpretation rings a bell with you but your beautiful poem certainly rang a bell loud and clear with me, great poem, x |
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