Monthly Archives: October 2013

Pretty little porcelain boxes

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The porcelain walls are said to protect me—-

Their consistent permanent patterns present.

Every memory sees them with resentment,

For those porcelain walls came with a special key.

Everyone has these porcelain walls

Since the moment, each individual crawls

These walls are engulfing, leaving not one free

Hidden within sweaty trembling fists,

Lay the keys surrounding everything in mist

Choking each soul and concealing their secrets

Only showing painted pretty porcelain boxes,

Appearing so square and organized neatly,

All the secrets locked up discreetly.

Raging from within growls from locked up foxes,

Voices force commands to keep it in,

Because they box it as an unspeakable sin.

My mind has grown

beyond the one standard size,

My soul remains confined in a box,

it cries

In silence,

beneath pretty porcelain walls

Holding society upright,

so it never falls

One shape, one relentless fate

Why can’t my mind look anew and create?

Was I born much too late?

No! it cannot be so. Give me a hammer

I’ll destroy the fake glitter!

Don’t you fret my dear, I’m not that bitter…

I’ll let you preserve yours

To protect you when the rain pours

But, don’t you dare forget,

What is bound to produce a fit:

Thoughts like hail shall not prevail,

Within weak porcelain walls.

Can’t you hear your soul wail?

Can’t you hear my hammer?

Hidden beneath all your glamour.

I’m finally free ,

but why?

Pretty, refined, delicately painted porcelain boxes

Appearing so perfected and complete—-

Completion is a lie

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