It was strange to meet a gaze that wasn't my own. A cold, empty, broken stair that left me feeling alone. For a moment my mind was frozen there, lost within the returned look. Think creatures like these only exists in movies and books. I reached out to touch as much as sooth the altered face. Only to see the creature reached for me. An attempted grasp that gave me start. Till the glass between us gave me breath. This was when I realized what was truly there, what was returning my stare. Nothing more then a carbon-copy of my soul, it's what I had become with out you. When the roller coster hit, I never stopped long enough to see what I'd become. Never saw how you affected my life. I had nothing more then the illusions my memories had granted me and I used to drug my self perception. My mind spun as I raised a clinched hand to bring down on my new found impostor. The glass shattered, my hand bled, and I looked through the fragile pieces only to see myself. Then I realized, far to late, that it was me trapped on the other side.
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Pen to pad.
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"I had nothing more then the illusions my memories had granted me and I used to drug my self perception." favorite line & the ending is such a surprising little twist
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This is a stunningly awesome piece. Good job. Liking the imagery you create, I can almost taste it lol
Mesmerizing.
Louise.
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This is stunning, and amazing imagery portrayed within your words. Magnificent piece.
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awesome a great lesson to be learnt in your poem we dont take the time out long enough to see what we have become we are so wrapped up in are lives we havent even seen the change till its to late its always a good idea to live your life for you and nobody else changing for someone else is just a false idenity thats when we really get lost and forget to be ourseves
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I love free form/prose style poetry like this. I can't do it, but I love it. thanks for writing such a brilliant story...I was spell-bound
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love it
wow, this is great. definitely out of your box, lol. love the prose style, your use of broken sentences to create rhythm rather than spacing or stanzas. only thing, stair should be stare, sorry i can't help being a spellinazi. good write! keep it up! (one of us has to)
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