Glass face~

How do you call me strong?

How do you call me beautiful?

I laugh at such definitions

But I shed tears as I do

I melt under heat

I break under pressure

I inflict pain when touched

I wait forever, hoping to catch the sun

But the sun travels on

Broken

~~~~~~

The words were caught 

in the back of her throat

They couldn't get out

For they were to sad for

her aching body to comprehend

So she stood there

Her world crashing down

around her 

breaking more and more 

like glass every second

Her world had shattere

Like thin glass

or ice

But was she as weak

as fragile 

as glass?

Maybe 

But her world was 

already broken enough

She was as broken

yet just as whole 

as the world-

as the glass 

TOP!!!!

Thanks for your entries, everyone! This was a really tough round to judge, I liked all of yours almost equally.

Honorable mention: Sunshine Wings!

The idea is interesting, and you did the line breaks beautifully, but it was also rather vague, and I didn't quite know what it was about. Maybe more description...?

Third place: Rogue!

Woah, I loved the last two lines. They pack the perfect amount of punch. Maybe you could break the lines differently? And the descriptions were very straightforward, which gave it punch, but perhaps different word choise would give it a different feel. All in all, nice poem!

Second place: Claaws!

I really loved the idea of this poem, how society looks at things can change how you feels on the inside. I'd maybe be more concious of capitolization at the beginning of lines, though. This was a great entry!

First place goes to... Jaybells!!!

I love the hard descriptions and funky word choise. This brought up so many cool images and this fit the theme super well.

Awesome job everyone, and thank you!! 

Aww, thanks! The next theme will be....*drumroll*....Rain!

Wow, I wrote this quickly.

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i. i envy the rain.

wouldn't it be better to know your place as a 

droplet of an infinite cyle than to

be so lost you

only know the way back to your own head?

ii. i envy the trees.

wouldn't it be better to stand tall and

pretty, breathing in recycled carbon dioxide than to

be diminished be the world and

become so afraid you suffocate?

iii. i envy the birds.

wouldn't it be better to announce yourself to the world and

be ever full of song than to

keep all of your secrets tucked away in a bay window and

always have your words and then lose...

...

iv. i envy the rain. 

This is... not my best poem, I think, but here it is. I apologize in advance if the spacing’s weird.

—

i run 

can’t stay can’t be there can’t face the crowd of laughter of people of all the

the

...not-alone-ness

i don’t even know why i’m running anymore

i don’t even know why there are tears streaming down my face with the rain

maybe there aren’t any tears

maybe there isn’t any rain

maybe i’m not even here crying in the rain

idk

but my sadness

(no, my anger)

rises up inside and fills me like a poisonous gas or a monster or a hunger or a neverending hole or a chasm a mile wide or a volcano

it’s going to erupt and when it does 

no one will be able to face me

Raindrops

Raindrops pitter-pattering

A thousand tiny diamonds shattering as they

Strike the pavement

Asphalt 

Soil

Glittering in the air

Sparkling gems skip and

Bounce

As they

Drip off the 

Trees

And land 

On your

Hair 

And slide

Down your 

Shirt

Tickling against

Your back

And singing 

Against

The windows 

~Nyx