Hundred-Word Poems #1: “Glass” & “Dreams”

For the next couple weeks, I’ll be putting in two poems I wrote, each clocking in at about a hundred words. Without further ado:

GLASS

Always moving, never seen,
hyper-viscous, liquefied.
Have it cut you, always mean,
always see the other side

Wash a window, make it clean;
mud is splattered, well, you tried.
From what’s it made? You try to see,
Why, it’s just sand electrified.

What once was gritty, abrasive, rough,
is now the smoothest to the touch.
How hard you try, it’s not enough
to have something transform that much.

Beads and marbles, bulbs of light,
brighten, lighten up the day.
Screens of television might
reveal what news anchors want to say.

Pretty be it, it poisons so
as though an Aconitum’s sting.
See, when broken, all in stone’s throw,
are covered with sharp shards cutting.

See, every upside has a down.
Perfection, in this world of mine;
When reached for, you find people frown
for perfection’s just a state of mind.

Dreams

The worlds collide
As eyelids do
When one begins to dream,
The place you thought
You lived in is
No longer what it seems.

Where up is down
and left is right,
snakes fly and birds can crawl,
the dream world is
unlike what’s real;
can’t comprehend at all.

It seems so real
but so bizarre;
subconscious takes control,
truly the brain’s
a fickle thing
with such an imaginative soul.

Look! You can fly!
You’re being chased!
At school, wait, where’s your pants?!
Then alarms go off;
your fun is done.
So please, dream, while you can.