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What hides behind the glass?
You think you can see but
Let’s just be honest. There’s
Clearly bleeding, and tears.
But laughter.
If not any laughter then
Would the blood, or the tears,
Or anything else which sits
Behind the glass exist?
At present I see the up-turn
Of pink lips behind the glass.
Doesn’t this suggest there was
Laughter before the smile?
Whilst perhaps small palms use
What little force there is to create
Sound of comfort, enough to
Laugh at.
At what cost does the bleeding
Happen?
Lord knows those lips did cry for
Such nuisance.
Or perhaps not.
But was the blood delivered by
Nature or man.
Like the frames of the glass which
Disguise what you and I try to see?
Those lips couldn’t have always
Have been up-turned.
Perhaps if they were not man made.
But let’s assume they are.
Imagine those lips disarray into
Many shapes.
Open, closed, stretched, pursed?...
Perhaps the bleeding came often
Or occasions so rare.
But I didn’t realise
the glass was no longer there.
- by november92 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/17/2010 |
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- Title: Train Journey North
- Artist: november92
- Description: ok, this is kinda annoying. But a friend of mine -omega 092- posted this poem I wrote earlier today because I just wanted some comments. However, it's not a common thing on deviant art and someone decided to complain about the fact that it wasn't me posting it. So despite this being a huge waste of my time I decided to join and add it. Don't go thinking I stole it or anything, ask Omega for conformation if you want. But anyway, here is my poem. Please give me some feedback.
- Date: 04/17/2010
- Tags: train journey north
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