Glass Jar

trapped in a delicate glass jar,
cramped with no holes to breathe.

overbearingly and unceasingly,
the walls are quickly closing in.


i am struggling
and if i scream,
i will find myself swimming
in a sea of broken glass.


i hate to admit
until my duties are completed
i will be dreaming of clear skies
and fresh air
as i'm spiraling down these depths
of despair.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is just something i distracted myself with during class. it's about the stress of school, and how i always let the work pile up until i can't spare another minute avoiding it anymore

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You have to practice being

You have to practice being the jar itself, so you can empty yourself of everything that you think matters...but really does not. Life is not going anywhere, even if you feel like it is. I love your pinterest page. You must like cooking and fashion. If you are not a model you should be as much as you like fashion. Your poems are very real and have a strong element of being sincere. I liked this one because being an empty jar is a bit of imagery that has always helped me. I am the jar, and only i say what goes in the jar. Just be you. You are beautiful.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "