You have shown a dozen faces
In the snapshots that I’ve seen
Hiding and sliding behind
Sunglasses and superficial smiles
Playing the life of the party at the party of life
Building a character as though
It gave you character
Then came that moment
When the arrow you didn’t see
Found the chink you couldn’t hide
Wind whistling through fletching
The sharp stab of pain
Caught by the camera
And for the very first time
I saw your eyes
And you were real...
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Return the favor is like fate. As a photographer, this piece caught my eye, well. You in a viewfinder. I saw someone watching the girl who hides everything with a candy drink and glitter, style. The it girl at every party with flare, and that IS life. Infatuation by this narrator who watches her, waiting for the real her, the part that's enthralled by her like everyone else, but in a way that's disgusted and wanting to see her drop and give way to a heart that isn't plastic and filled with fashion and, I feel here, a connotation of liqour.
Second stanza is the snapshot that the narrator got, was waiting for. The picture she wasn't expecting-- The one that wasn't flattering. It reminds me of those 'pre-rehab' pictures. And at the same time it's the moment she reveals why there is so much cover to her, so much false life built up around her and frenzy in her life, friends who are nameless, running from a past too real to a life so easy to escape to. I loved it. I wonder what the narrator caught, but I don't need to know. Pictures tell a thousand words. -
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Your comment is very close to the picture that this was written from. The subject may or may not know how close this is to the mark...or maybe I'm just way off myself--doesn't matter, really. Thanks for stopping by.
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Exquisite
Though we all are guilty of the above, we pretend to be immortal, surrounded by that impenetrable wall. Until our pride fails to sheild us from the ones we love. Then all it takes is the above mentioned chink in the armour. And the eyes cannot hide real hurt.
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I'm very sorry that I missed this comment when you left it. It was spot on and I'm glad you understood the essence of what I was trying to say.
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wow
'I saw your eyes And you were real...'- eyes being the windows to the soul 'Caught by the camera'- caught off gaurd- caught when your defences were down-brilliant poem
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the eyes DO have it ...
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uh-huh...
Yeah. I don't buy it. There's more behind this story than just the image. Although the image is very intriguing. This brought your family and current turmoil to mind.
But you know, it always seems like you're writing my life, line by line. It's crazy, but I saw a lot of myself in this.
Anyway, I really loved it. Very simple and yet very deep at the same time. Perfectly penned just like the rest of your works. This is more the style I'm used to with you, so it's comforting. Although I do like the fact that you're trying new things!
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All this inspired by the image? Wow, amazing.
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