The Glass Shoe Shatters

Close the story books, write your own fairy tales.

Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Dominos

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Shock.

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Lips on my neck, and hands down my back; desperate lust. Our minds, all cautious thoughts, left in the dust. We weren't settling down,...

Someone, Anyone.

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Lost in grief, in loneliness, in guilt. In a world of emotions in which are in the company of constant exhaustion, and pains. Loathing who I...
Wednesday, June 12, 2013

The demands of the fucked over.

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Clutch your fist, pull back, now give it all you got.  Please, don't refuse your not afraid to hurt me. You remember what it was like ...
Friday, February 8, 2013

The Prologue.

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It's final, the news has been printed and published. Soon everyone willl know. He's gone, and with him the hope that he'll be ...
Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Undeniable Craving.

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The privilege of being young and careless is taken for granted, and it's those who lose it before they ever really had the chance to hav...
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The fearful.

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Passion in your eyes, and love at your fingertips.  You've got so much potential rushing through your veins, beating life into your hear...

The moment of pure hope.

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The seconds before the glass shoe shatters or the axe falls. The seconds when you close your eyes and believe, believe somehow if you wi...

The night club turned elegant.

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Remember what it was like to dance? To have no other choice but to surrender our hearts to the music, which in turn shared it accordingl...
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The protest.

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You want to know what my problem is? My heart is demanding my immediate attention and insisting that I comply, it wants me to love you. B...
Friday, December 23, 2011

The choice.

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Open the book. Revisit the stories told, remember the fantasies that played out in your dreams, recall your many aspirations. Open your ey...
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The change of heart.

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The fairytales do happen in this world of ours it seems, There is a rhyme and a reason for the hope we have, the dreams. The hurt, the hel...

The love letter.

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Words are tossed around carelessly, and rarely do assemble to make anything memorable. You, on the other hand, are different. Clever, and fu...
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Sunday, December 18, 2011

The smoky sky.

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It begins with a simple spark, and the heat spreads. The fire tasted life, yearned and hungered for it. Greedy, no more than any of us, it...
Sunday, November 13, 2011

The promise

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The times I bite my tongue so hard it bleeds, crimson red blood stained with sin. The times my thoughts stop at just that, thoughts, dark an...

The plead.

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Inspire me; love me, hurt me, leave me.  Join my present as long as you don't creep into my future, occupy my time, my heart. But rememb...
Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Mis.

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Mis take, The accidental eye contact, the moment of weakness. I let those eyes so full of depth fix on mine, and I lost my breath, my heart...
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The one who wears the cape.

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The lies you've told yourself; it's not worth it, the truth you evade; they care,  the hurt you collect; the hidden tears, fears ....
Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The lead that lead to this.

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It was idea spread carelessly across the paper in hopes to perserve it, savor it. Written by young, shaking and unsure hands. It was navitiy...
Saturday, October 29, 2011

'Til life do us part.

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This planet, as big and magical as it might be, breaks from time to time. It's weakness, it's fault clearly defined, shown in lines ...
Thursday, September 29, 2011

The top secret.

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The night you left me there, the night you left me to cry, to scream out in such defeat, I would have died if it wasn't for the strength...

The untold story.

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Selfish, and spoiled, you can't seem to stop the chatter, Can't take a second to bow your head in silence and consider what things ...
Thursday, September 22, 2011

The incomplete.

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Observation one, your chest is rising and falling, a motion associated with breathing. And yes, your really quite alive, it appears. But a ...
Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The paint brush.

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Take a step back, Let the smoke color the sky black, Her bridges are burning, The tables are turning. - Spinning faster, and faster, U...

The an[goodbye]otic

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Job well done, detective, you found the fine print, apparently it read as follow:  Fathers are only required to met the needs of his child/...

The purpose of the trails.

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The destination seemingly far, yet patiently it awaits, Your abilitly to alter the stories opens for you many gates. Dance with your shoul...
Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The proposal.

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We flirt with the idea of perfection because we’re to afraid to commit, But this is only temporary madness, Surely to be followed by bliss...

The glass shoe shatters.

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Fairytales have ruined your perception, The perfect little storylines are nothing more than deception. Delightful acts of violance have ne...

The sealed letter.

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Dear That Guy, I don't regret you, but I do regret what you started, and what i can't take back. I don't miss you, but I do...

The sleeplness nights.

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You chose not to close your eyes when you rest your head, Purposely evade sleep, intentionally toss and turn in bed. The fear of waking up...
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