One more and I think I am done for the day... "think"... will you read

Question:Cut into pieces
I am moved and molded
Lifted
Placed in the opening
All my colors displaced
I am what they make me
In their minds image
You look through me
What I am conformed to
You will not see the truth
Of what lies behind
These eyes
But the tint of
My Stain glass existence

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Cut into pieces
I am moved and molded
Lifted
Placed in the opening
All my colors displaced
I am what they make me
In their minds image
You look through me
What I am conformed to
You will not see the truth
Of what lies behind
These eyes
But the tint of
My Stain glass existence

i can relate
i think we all are somewhat staind glass on the out side we are full of colors
but on the inside we are colorless

oo thats good. thumbs up.

As for a title...Shrouded Window? I don't know, mabye too melodramatic. This however, is beautiful. Stained glass is only so see through, hardly transparent, but it paints a picture most often, that you cannot see through. I'd have to say that this is one of the more clever metaphors I've seen on this entire site. Very nice, my dear, very wonderful.

Hmm, you approach it with an interesting flair I must admit. However, I'm not quite sure what the metaphor is. Although the lines five through seven strike me as very hateful towards the world. Only you can keep yourself from being made into such an obscure window.

Window,
window
in the sill
tell me
who you are
and will

I ever see
beyond the mask
of color,
or merely the
perception of
your Maker.

Window,
window,
in the sill,
tell me
who you are
and will

you ever know
that you can choose
to fall?

Lovely this is actually the first poem I have read on here. And its lovely. A title hmmm Jaded Vision. Maybe. But anyway good job.

I think it's pretty good.
Nice work:)

I think it's very good. Just like your other poems I've read on Y!A.

This is so beautiful and so sad at the same time but still full of hope.I love all your words as they all have lives of their own.

As am I
young brother dear
Lifted and nailed to the wall
on display for all
to see me for everything they wish I was
all the faults they hoped I had
but it is they who
made me
transparent and cold

*purr* I like this one.(Not that I didn't like the others)...It sounds like a kaleidoscope..How lovely I haven't played with one of those things for a long time :)

My view ??
Quite deep, but also easy to see, if one knows how to look.
Life is what we can make of it, though some times, life makes us.