Mary weeps
tears of glass
her painful secrets
only seem to last
shes all alone
yet there's people around
she thinks she might be alive
if she is
shes waiting to be found
Mary is afraid
when she closes her eyes
she comes to a place
and it makes her cry
when awaken again
its far to late
her soul slowly died
from all the evil and hate
shackles of thorns
walls and barbed wire gates
she is now confined
to a prison cell
that her mind has made
Mary's tears of glass shatter
blood from the eyes
she bites her lip harder
she doesn't want to cry
she imagines shes somewhere else
and for that moment shes OK
suddenly shaken
she just wants outside the gates
shards finally drown her
her body now dies
joining her soul lost long ago
it was all
just a fight called life
-stephanie
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Written May 23rd, 2003
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hey great poem i can relate to it but it dosnet touch me a whole lot now if my name where mary it would cause thats exactly how i feel so yeah great write
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Breath Taking
......*sits back and thinks*.......
Damn, i have tears rolling out my eyes right now. That poems was just so emotinal at least to me becuase my name is Mary and i feel just like the Mary in your poem. I fit it like a key. Wow I'm almost speechless. This was totaly breath taking. My fav part, though hard to choose would have to be:
"shes all alone
yet there's people around
she thinks she might be alive
if she is
shes waiting to be found"
This just has to be applauded. Great job from the bottom of my heart. Take Care!!!
~Mary~ -
this is a really colorful poem, it's very good.
~sara -
hmmm I feel an awful lot like Mary, very good expression of emotion and imagery pls return the favor
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..i'm speechless (which is hard to do..lol)
beautiful job!, amazing, ..there are no words really good enough to express the brillance in this poem.
i love the way you chose to break it up, your words are equally as brilliant, "shackles of thorns", has to be my favorite, along with the simply put "a fight called life". really expresses what hell life can be.
outstanding job!
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this is such an amazing poem,
it feel quite hopeless and sad,
alot of strong and powerful pictures,
i love the "glass tears" it is really descriptive,
and the fact that she "drowned in the shards" creates an amazing image, and makes me think.
,,,=^..^=,,, Clare -
just fucking brilliant, i love the first line alot, you displayed alot of depth and pure talent here, i will look foward to reading more of your stuff.
+++MaGgOt+++ -
just two things that i think
might just help..minor things of course.
"mary is afraid"
might work better as "mary's afriad"
-shackles of thorns
walls and barbed wire gates
she is now confined
to a prison cell
that her mind has made-
could be
"shackles and thorns, walls, barbed wire gates
now confind to a prison cell
in which her mind as made"
just a suggestion is all
*smiles*
great write
-ash-
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about halfway through the poem, you seem to be fighting against the rhyme scheme you've set. maybe, if you revise, you could try not having the rhyme?
there are a lot of interesting images and concepts in here.
"Mary weeps
tears of glass"
this being my favorite one. . .
also, i would council against using the work "OK" in a poem. . . OK is a weak word, in comparison to the rest in this poem.
thoroughly enjoyed it.
ophelia -
This poem is gorgeus. i tottaly love it. cant see the words well though. you could fix the back groung color or something. well great poem.
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