Her eyes are dark, darker than most. I can't see that it holds pain or joy, is she at peace in her mind, in her heart? I wonder this as I wonder the same about most unique individuals I see.
Words are the greatest of worlds to her, she holds them close to her heart and speaks her mind when necessary. She can make enemies if she really wanted but there's no use for that in twenty years of living, because living is what she does.
She has had her days of crazy laughter, sneaking out, lying to her parents, etc. etc. All the joys of living as a teenager, taking risks, identity crisis. And that's what her eyes speak to me, who am i? She not only asks who we see, but trying to find herself in our inquiries. Trying to find that thing that makes her smile, yet she doesn't know what that may be. Maybe an inquiry that she's sexy, or that she looks smart, or that she looks like someone you could easily speak with.
Her eyes are dark, so dark that I honestly couldn't answer the question, "Who Am I?" She has appealing and unique features on her face, but it's her eyes that hold everything. Everything she saw and wants to see. And maybe she just wants to see herself, her real self.
A contest entry
- Who Am I? by jaded mine.
450 points, ended May 3, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you for your review on my entry. but moreso, thanks for holding this contest. take care.
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Oh wow. I was not expecting this at all. Very, very powerful. I'm glad I didn't make a rule of just allowing poems...this would've been a shame to miss. I love it, and I applaud your mind. Keep up the wonderful work, and best of luck to you in my contest!
-Jade -
this would be great if it were in some kind of form..not form poetry, but divided into line breaks somehow. Tightened up too..I like the theme. good discriptives you've used.
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