Teen Poetry #6 |
All That Is Essential In the World of "I" |
Surreal Junior Member
since 2002-10-21
Posts 35Paris |
It was a lovely morning, when the sun crashed to the floor Leaving bits and pieces for her to pick up Fire so pretty even she couldn’t resist getting burnt “Will you remember where you were, the exact moment this cataclysm occurred?” And she replied with closed eyes and lips to lead the next lover to his death: “Surely you know I’ve got camouflaged thoughts” (Seemingly enough, she was transparent that day) No one seemed to see the aching beauty of not knowing who you are But she could feel it everywhere All the way down to the jittery movements she has When it seems like moving is the only way to make herself noticed It was a bright afternoon when she stepped outside and realized There are people passing by who live their lives in little boxes Where she isn’t anything to them, And who have their own flowers to build “Who am I to think my façade is more important than anyone else’s?” It was a bitter idea, one so constraining all she could think was: “All that is essential is I”. Glory is a silent thing-- Mineral |
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LesterVisaya Junior Member
since 2002-11-16
Posts 21 |
This poem sounded like you actually went through the experience of W1...i enjoyed it,cynical and natural vain in disguised as human frailty.. |
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