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rainbow_sunflower New Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 5 |
--I am-- Etched in life's wall, Running my hands across the fading colour. People keep walking past me, I'm nothing at all. I see their pain, I see their tradgedy, But they don't feel my heartache, Or my rushing heart. The hinges to the door to my heart need oiling, But i guess too many people have used it. Now it just blows in the wind. Catching air. I'm etched in your wall. But i'm just the wallpaper you see everyday. YOu take to heed of me What am i to you? JUst another item that you'll eventually cover with a fresher soul? Or do you think of me as a rubber band> I'll snap back when i want to. I dont know anymore. I can't get off this wall. YOu've pastde me on with all your guilt and problems. I"m your wall now. I'm blocking you from what you believe in. Tell me why you've put me here! I've been here too long. YOu'ce used me as a blocking to your problems. But i can't be that. I can help you solve your problems. That is all. I'm your hurdle now. YOu need to jump over me. I"m causing this chaos. I can't make anything better. I'm worthless. I'm your rug now. Walk over me. FAde my colours. I"m your life now. Live with me. I"m your everything. -Libby- |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Wow! The beginning and the end of this poem are really awe-inspiring: -I am-- Etched in life's wall, Running my hands across the fading colour. People keep walking past me, I'm nothing at all. I see their pain, I see their tradgedy, But they don't feel my heartache, Or my rushing heart. I'm worthless. I'm your rug now. Walk over me. FAde my colours. I"m your life now. Live with me. I"m your everything. I love the way the narrator describes how s/he feels that her/his personality has been destoyed. (I'll use "they" instead of S/he etc from no on, for simplicity's sake). They feel like a watcher, unnoticed, impotent. And then that ironic twist at the end, when the culprit of this psychologic debacle is told that they have made the narrator like this, and now they have to live with the results. Personally I would have edited some of the stuff from the middle out, I don't think you need it to get the message across. But then again, not everyone is a friend of the short and snappy like me! |
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