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Maybe i should be a writter because this is what i do instead of chem h/w. lol
Someday i'll have a book of these poems i write.. of that i am determined.
Glass Globe
Megan Harris
9/28/04
Stuck in my globe of a clear prison
I long for a breeze to take me away.
My hand lies upon the cold surface
I can see beyond the circumference of my boundaries
In silence my eyes hold in the fear.
My surroundings are imprinted on my sleeve
and are worn upon my face
Carefully upon the edge I circle in my pattern that I have traced endlessly
Never ending up where my heart wants to lead me.
Basting my face in the sultry gaze of the sun
It illuminates my cold sphere with the warmth of tranquil wonder
Leaving behind its eternal glow
It ensures the undying portrait of its meaning
To want more than what is here.
Someday i'll have a book of these poems i write.. of that i am determined.
Glass Globe
Megan Harris
9/28/04
Stuck in my globe of a clear prison
I long for a breeze to take me away.
My hand lies upon the cold surface
I can see beyond the circumference of my boundaries
In silence my eyes hold in the fear.
My surroundings are imprinted on my sleeve
and are worn upon my face
Carefully upon the edge I circle in my pattern that I have traced endlessly
Never ending up where my heart wants to lead me.
Basting my face in the sultry gaze of the sun
It illuminates my cold sphere with the warmth of tranquil wonder
Leaving behind its eternal glow
It ensures the undying portrait of its meaning
To want more than what is here.