Wriggling free of the slime and time;
a crawling capsule
waiting to evolve
she hides inside the promise
of a pathetic reason
to be who she always was
this invisible friend
thought invented
to make up for reality
she is angry. She is strong.
She leaves marks on the wall
crayoned pieces puttied
into the attic arches
she was here...she was there
she is a force …to be reckoned with
You can’t touch her.
You can not know her.
She is mine
and pure and innocent
She is untouched
She has crawled out from the shit,
garbage and greasy things
to become as real as she ever was
to me.
Author notes
once upon a childhood, was Janine.......
In a list
A contest entry
- Ray Caesar - digital art inspiration #1 by leander.
400 points, ended December 16, 2006, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congrats on winning gold in this contest. Such a weird picture and what inspiration for us to write from. Very creative, imaginative and what an ending. So many different interpretations to read in the contest entries.
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tk You
thank grannyeri..it was a weird picture, wasn't it...funny that it kickstarted my memory of Janine......I took it a long ways.....hugs and merry christmas friend.
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Wonderful thoughts
Gee Carol....your imaginations really are in touch with one self here......evolution of someone surreal...women to me are a complication in life....you may have certainly proved my point...lol.....love this inner preserve of you.....Gold worthy too....my entry was just simply humor... I coud not be serious looking at the picture...
Malabu
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I absolutely love this piece you've written
It brings two complete different things together - an imaginary friend and the fact that she actually does exist towards the end... As if you're painting some kind of evolution that's taking place for human mankind
Well done! Thank you for entering the contest and the best of luck
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tks Leander
I m glad you liked my piece of truth. Indeed, as I told suseann, she did exist, does, yet..she is that iner core of strength.....she was naughty though...it was her that marked the crayon on the wall,and those little naughty things that I was well above. *snicker* But, as I told suseann, she is, I know, my inner strength....she has become me...I am not MPD or fractured....but a symbiotic representation of how a child protects themselves...
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This is tragic humor.I'm laughing at the posessiveness voiced especially in the final verse.Ha! You've plucked that fine line string of golden between the two extreams of tragedy and funny iin this poetically crafted piece so well! The image puts in my mind,the broken toy parts fused together by Sid in the demented room of his in Toy Story. Only the evil demented Sid could of influenced the artist.~~Suseann
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Tk U
Thanks, susesann. Janine was, indeed all of this...my protector, my projected naughtiness, but more...my savior.
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