Glass Bones

Glass Bones

A Poem by curiouslyinsane
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a poem about can, want, and will.

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She can breathe
But her breath condenses
Onto the tinted windows
Of her prison

She wants to dance
But the cage she is trapped in
Is far too small
For frivolous things

She will escape
But for now her hands are tied
Her day will come
To shatter glass bones

© 2012 curiouslyinsane


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Alm
'ello, dropping by for a review. I find anaphoras delicious, and I love them. Therefore, I love this poem. For the wordings, the images, and the anaphora. It's a lovely poem, painting a quietly sad, quietly hopeful image.

-Alm :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Flawless words
:))

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a delicious poem. I wish you would enter my contest. Whisper: This would win the Sorrow poetry contest I'm holding. It's just lovely. Very touching.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Such visuality to this one. There was no problems with imagining the scene of this poem or the feelings it concerns. Very nice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Eve
'Tis a very dark and ominous write, Love stanza one best, the image of her breath on glass sets the mood. very interesting and unique.

Posted 11 Years Ago


haunting indeed excellent

Posted 11 Years Ago


Haunting, melancholy, yet most of all beautiful. You are an amazing writer who will do great things.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I totally love this write, especially the 1st stanza, awesome write

Posted 11 Years Ago


I am so tired so forgive my short review but this is pretty much how I have felt most of my life. Very well penned.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on June 21, 2012
Last Updated on June 21, 2012
Tags: poetry, glass bones, will, free will

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curiouslyinsane
curiouslyinsane

somewhere near SF, CA



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'Ello, I'm Jordan. I'm fourteen, and I write and watch television and dream. My self-description skills are lacking. I like things made of wood and glass, classical music, tea, compliments, and lazy d.. more..

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