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    Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs
    Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs
    Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs
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    Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs

    By Nicholas C.A. Sparkman

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    If I wrote down what was in my mind
    Would you read it?
    Would you learn from it?
    Would it inspire in you, the same thing that it inspires in me?
    I will not claim to be transparent,
    But I will claim to house a mind that is made of glass.
    Brittle, fragile glass,
    Housed in a body that refuses to give in.
    It is this relationship that allows me to write down what is inside of me.
    It is this relationship, that I give to you,
    So that one day, you may realize,
    That even if you are fractured,
    You will never be broken.
    In FRACTURES IN A GLASS MIND, Poet Nicholas Sparkman uses an alluring voice with a subtle, soft-spoken delivery to explore the relationship between physical, intellectual, and emotional—body, mind, and soul. He offers this careful balance to you, dear reader, in hopes that you will be at peace while you reassess your greatest struggles.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateFeb 23, 2019
    ISBN9781532065170
    Fractures in a Glass Mind: A Collection of Poetry and Songs
    Author

    Nicholas C.A. Sparkman

    Nicholas C. A. Sparkman is a poet, writer, artist, aspiring actor, service member and musician currently living in Washington State with his wife and two dogs. Connect with Nicholas on Poetizer, Facebook, and Instagram @voltage.artistry to see new poetry from the debut author, as well as full-color pictures of his artwork. He also invites to share your own by using #fracturednotbroken.

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      Book preview

      Fractures in a Glass Mind - Nicholas C.A. Sparkman

      FRACTURES

      in a

      GLASS

      MIND

      A Collection of Poetry and Songs

      Nicholas C. A. Sparkman

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      FRACTURES IN A GLASS MIND

      A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND SONGS

      Copyright © 2018 Nicholas C. A. Sparkman.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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      ISBN: 978-1-5320-6516-3 (sc)

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      Library of Congress Control Number: 2019900564

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      Contents

      Card House

      Gaslighting

      God’s Movie Theater

      Perfection

      Skew

      Empathy

      Asleep

      Frets

      Voices

      Intention

      Alone

      A Good Cause

      Wings

      Scatterbrained

      Limbic

      Stop

      No Other

      Blind

      Colors

      Fly

      Ellipses

      Sunshine

      Insular

      Vigilia

      Ghosts

      Tameshigiri

      Closer

      Moonlight

      Euphoria

      The Spider

      Without Answer

      Like I Do

      Let Us Pray …

      At Sea

      Angels

      Sorry, Not Sorry

      Marks

      Spit

      Selfish

      Soul Eater

      Drown

      Thread

      Wrote It

      Prismed

      Creation

      Daylight

      Heights

      Speech Impediment

      Cope

      Bedtime Ritual

      Reflection

      Daydreams

      Where Did I Go?

      Glass

      In Hell

      At the End

      To my mother, who nurtured my creativity and passion.

      To my father, who structured it.

      To my siblings, who support it.

      To my friends, who instilled it.

      For my wife, who gives me the courage to use it.

      Card House

      The black smoke rises.

      It bellows through

      This house of cards

      That sways from side to side.

      These faces haunt me

      As memories are retold that reveal me

      In a most unfamiliar light

      And open me up to the ugliness of my world.

      So I shut it all away.

      I will not expose my heart.

      I cannot free my mind,

      For the world grows colder

      And the wind blows bolder,

      Until I see the cards fall away.

      The smoke begins to thicken

      So much that cards cannot be recognized

      As they descend

      Ever so slowly

      And I am left with uncertainty.

      So one by one,

      By ace, by king, by queen,

      Even though my body is reduced to ash,

      Even though my memories remain intact,

      I continue building,

      To enclose the things I’d rather forget,

      Until my house of cards,

      Filled with black smoke,

      Falls back down again.

      Gaslighting

      All you ever wanted

      Was all I ever needed,

      Just your arms around my neck,

      My hands around your waist.

      We’ve seen what the world can really do,

      Breaking innocence by following through

      With its cruel intentions invading your eyes.

      Now all I see is blue. No, all I see is you.

      All I ever wanted

      Was all you ever needed,

      Someone to talk to late at night,

      Someone to tell me it’s all right.

      Now the words just end in fights.

      I can’t leave it at It didn’t matter.

      But it really sounds so much sweeter

      Than watching this love fall apart,

      Because love like this is bound to.

      All we ever wanted,

      All we ever needed,

      My hands around your neck now,

      Your claws are in my waist now.

      We’ve thrown it all away.

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      God’s Movie Theater

      The man sits in his dark room.

      The projector clicks as it reels and spins.

      It projects an explosion of a billion brilliant pixels

      Onto the dark room’s wall.

      This man sees them all

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