A busy street, framed by a sidewalk and buildings on each side.
One building,
a pawn shop,
doesn't stand out...
It is here I stand, watching from behind a wall of glass,
A smile frozen on my face, my eyes are glassy,
Void of emotion.
My hands are neatly folded in front of me, hands of porcelaine...perfect.
...but...
Wait!
These hands,
not folded,
but bound (so like the rest of me) at the wrists...so I can't be free...
In my prison, on this shelf, I stare past the glass,
Through the crowd I gaze,
and see you there,
across the street...looking so carefully,
Your eyes pass over every object but me...
I try to catch your eye in my stationary way,
But still you don't see me, and you begin to walk away...
I try to scream to you, but you're too far away to hear me. Across the street, now down the road, you almost run from me.
My glasslike heart now breaks, and plays it's domino effect on me...the curse of love has broken me, and as I lie shattered here behind this window,
I am free...
Author notes
It's amazing when and where inspiration hits...like, maybe 1 am, when everyone's asleep and there's no pen or paper nearby...so maybe you have to sneak out into the family room to snatch a pencil and two envelopes...and then you have to write it all out by the light of your digital alarm clock...but it's a good thing that NEVER happens...(except, of course, when it does...which it did...)
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A contest entry
- Wat u think bout love ♥ by loveaswellashate.
375 points, ended August 19, 2007, 42 entries
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Okay...kinda different, but what do you think of it?
Comments
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A different style of writing and formatting, but very effective in this poem. As I was reading I became the doll and could feel and translate this to other instances of unrequited love. I look forward to your entry in the next round. Peace, Liz
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thisi s very dark and yet very sweet... liberty id one thing we all love to have same thing with love but eventually we must let go of one ot gain the other.. great job!
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This is a nice take on an unusual idea that, of course, mirrors life as we probably all have experienced it. Couple of points: "porcelin" is not in my dictionary the word is surely "porcelaine"? Also your tenses in the last verse need some consideration - "lay" should be "lie" I think. Thanks for sharing this.
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Aha! I ran the spell check thing because just looking at it I knew something was wrong with it. However, it said absolutely nothing, so I just went ahead and submitted it. Thank you for showing me the right way, I'll be sure to fix that rightaway!
~Avan~
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lol.. well im glade u were able to get it down and into my contest cause this is absolutly wonderful.. I loved it.. I simply am speechless by this.. good luck in the contest and again thanx for join..
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Thank you very much! Good luck in judging the contest! (Those things can be tough!)
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Wow
U know when I am around u or ur page my sister I feel inspired!!!
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I'm glad you liked it!
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"In my prison, on this shelf, I stare past the glass,
Through the crowd I gaze,"
Amazing! Loved those lines. I can just imagine being there like that.
Anyway, absolutely loved this piece!
[I really am sorry >_< and I'm doing a pretty crappy job of trying to sort it out >.>;]
Good luck in the contesssst!
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Thank you.
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