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Array ( [sid] => 8424 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Glass Parade [time] => 2002-12-12 01:00:00 [hometext] => Careful, its a long one. [bodytext] => I can see them dancing
On perfect steps of glass
Silk costumes flowing gently
Each wearing an icy mask.

A perfect place it seems
Wrapped in perfect form
And yet I am encased
Inside the walls of a storm.

They dance around me
This perfect glass parade
Each taking off their mask
Revealing a face, decayed.

Here I am completely trapped
Inside the thundered flame
Kowing I am forever lost
And never being the same.

Seeking an out somewhere
But never completing the task
Always being held back
By my own fear made mask.

I rip at my mask
The coldness freezes my hands
The mask stays in place
Reluctant to my demands.

I pull away a piece of ice
Flesh pulling off with it
Drops of blood fall endlessly
Forming a puddle where I sit.

I make for my escape
A door encased with hate
Passing the foggy way
Drawing near my fate.

A touch of the door
Sends lightning through my heart
It spreads throughout my body
And then my world is dark.

So have I made my escape
From this hated cave?
I awake and find I'm lost
Inside a deadly maze.

I cry as I walk
Only knowing to follow my feet
Not knowing where I am going
Or who I'm going to meet.

I fall into a puddle
It engulfs my whole body
It's the blood from my mask
The tears of a nobody.

I am calm, but know
That I cannot find a breath
Waiting in silence
For my certain death.

I open my eyes to find
I'm engulfed in a cloud
No longer in a bloody puddle
A glass parade to be found.

I'm once again trapped
Inside a clouded form
Always locked and bolted
Inside the fury of a storm.

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Glass Parade

Contributed by Shattered_Angel on Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 01:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I can see them dancing
On perfect steps of glass
Silk costumes flowing gently
Each wearing an icy mask.

A perfect place it seems
Wrapped in perfect form
And yet I am encased
Inside the walls of a storm.

They dance around me
This perfect glass parade
Each taking off their mask
Revealing a face, decayed.

Here I am completely trapped
Inside the thundered flame
Kowing I am forever lost
And never being the same.

Seeking an out somewhere
But never completing the task
Always being held back
By my own fear made mask.

I rip at my mask
The coldness freezes my hands
The mask stays in place
Reluctant to my demands.

I pull away a piece of ice
Flesh pulling off with it
Drops of blood fall endlessly
Forming a puddle where I sit.

I make for my escape
A door encased with hate
Passing the foggy way
Drawing near my fate.

A touch of the door
Sends lightning through my heart
It spreads throughout my body
And then my world is dark.

So have I made my escape
From this hated cave?
I awake and find I'm lost
Inside a deadly maze.

I cry as I walk
Only knowing to follow my feet
Not knowing where I am going
Or who I'm going to meet.

I fall into a puddle
It engulfs my whole body
It's the blood from my mask
The tears of a nobody.

I am calm, but know
That I cannot find a breath
Waiting in silence
For my certain death.

I open my eyes to find
I'm engulfed in a cloud
No longer in a bloody puddle
A glass parade to be found.

I'm once again trapped
Inside a clouded form
Always locked and bolted
Inside the fury of a storm.





Copyright © Shattered_Angel ... [ 2002-12-12 01:00:00]
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Re: Glass Parade (User Rating: 1 )
by KM on Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 02:58:18 AM AEST
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Long but certainly worth the read. I like the imagery... it reminds me a little of something from Lamb Lies Down on Broadway or just a little of Dante's Divine Comedy.


Re: Glass Parade (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 12th December 2002 @ 11:37:40 AM AEST
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My favourite poems are the long ones this was beautiful and VERY well written. My favourite line is "The tears of a nobody" You aren't a nobody it u can write such amazing poems as these. I loved the passion and pain you put in this poem. I've felt like this many times. Keep up these poems.

- Bobo (Joel)




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