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Secret Whisper
Member

since 2001-01-25

Posts 298
Through the Looking Glass

0 posted 2002-01-20 12:16 PM

Brutally Honest

I don't want any more metaphors or symbols or rhymes
The words in each line should be enough for your mind
To form an image of who I am what I am where I am
My words are my chronicle
To keep as a timetable of my semi-life
I look at them with lament sorrow sometimes less than pain
But to be frank they are nothing but fleeting memories

I write to you for the first time not for myself
I want you to know that my mind is filled with all these beautiful pictures
And melodious songs
But I can't free them from my tongue nor my lips nor my mind
And so I write to you words that really have no meaning
And have no thought
And are a waste of your time
But to be frank I am simply waiting for something of value to emerge

I could care less whether I am beautiful to you
My breasts are probably not large enough
My legs are certainly not voluptuous, though long
But Beauty is fleeting that's a lesson so many of you need to learn
But I don't like you and you don't like me anyway so think what you want
Honesty is hard sometimes
I am okay with my pessimism for convenience's sake
But to be frank I am not searching for compliments because I don't care what you think

To be frank this is all pretend it's all a metaphor a story
Because I don't even no what I am nor do I care
It's kind of like, if I never know why the universe was created can I still live in it?
So I don't know what I am
I think I have a soul
Maybe a half-mind
And I know I have a will because I am stubborn as a mule
But to be frank I am stubborn for it's own sake because I have neither goals nor ambitions to stand for

All in all I'm at a cross roads that has long been covered
With the dust of this desert I stand in
With the sun straight above and no direction to tell me in which way to step
So I've seated myself on the coarse desert sand and let myself be scorched
Until my water rains down
Or until I die
I guess that's a metaphor though, so forget that as well

Quod me nutrit me destruit.
("What nourishes me also destroys me." - latin)

[This message has been edited by Secret Whisper (01-20-2002 09:34 AM).]

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

1 posted 2002-01-20 12:38 PM

To be frank this was harsh!
You most certainly should not care
what I think...but to have no goals
or ambitions? I find that hard to comprehend. I applaud you and your writing,
please don't think I am passing judgement.
Beauty is only skin deep and in the eye of the beholder.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2002-01-20 02:17 AM

Brutally honest, or just brutal? It's an interesting self-reflective piece. But somehow, I didn't buy it. I think you do care what people think and feel, and probably have goals you haven't even vocalized to yourself yet. But then who am I? I am no one from no where who knows no one is listening to me anyway. Except here at Pips, where everyone seems to listen and care. I enjoyed this Secret Whisper...but it isn't a secret any more.

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