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Illegible

Try to read me, I invite you,
I beckon you.
Transfigure these words and they become me.
You look in through the glass,
A tale tells of a girl with a veil...
And you see her.
She wears a mask of a porcelain smile.
And she fades, leaving it behind.
In her hands, she holds a pencil.
And she sketches the eyes of her one true love.
She smiles at you, the glass smile once again.
And you see, it's cracked in many areas.
You see her face. It is made of glass.
And you see it has been glued back in place,
Time after time.
She motions for you to follow her.
And you follow, never taking your gaze off her.
She skips through the newly appearing forest,
Leaving a trail of silver behind.
It's just your imagination she says.
It's a misty voice.
She leads you to a waterfall, and she sits down.
You sit by her.
And you see her sketch.
It is of you.
Together, you listen to the crashing of the water.
And she sighs as if she were floating down the river.
And slowly, she begins to cry.
She becomes real now.
No more silver, but the shine in her hair,
No more glass, but the appearance of the river,
No more porcelain except that on her pencil topper.
But after that mask vanished, the smile was gone.
Her lips full, and smooth.
You wanted to make your move right there.
To feel her touch.
And you lean forward, you try to touch her.
Then the water beside you becomes salty
Like the water of her tears.
You will never get it,
You will never understand.
The salt splashes in your eyes, and you blink for the first time.
You reach out for her, and touch her for half a second.
Only to feel air.
To grasp out to mist.
You blink again, and all trace of her is gone.
It never existed.
Try to read me, you can hear her laugh.
And you realize that the story ended,
That the story was never there,
That you longed to see her once more.
But you see a veil.
The thin veil between stories and reality.
And a shadow falls upon you.
Depressed you are, as she was.
Depressed you are, as she had led you to be.
You mourn her loss.
You wish to hear her laugh, to hear her smile.
But it never was there.
And you cry yourself to sleep.
And she revisits your dreams.
You are happy again.
Yet you wish to understand her.
And you mark her words.
You never did understand,
You never did read her.
Misunderstood as she was, you were the closest thing.
And slowly, you will understand.
And she became legible once again,
As if she never was.

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  • piccola silver member
    August 8, 2008

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    Turning a person into writing both legible and illegible. Great idea. This is kind of long for my taste. It could be more than one poem, but that is my attention span. I should specify the length but I didn't think about it. Thank you for entering.

  • Fitz1901
    June 30, 2008

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    reading this poem was like revisiting a deppresing dreams, which is a testimony to how powerful it is.

    great write thanks for entering


  • jogn
    June 25, 2008

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    Love it.

    A mystery of factor or fiction; Love the way you let the readers make their own mind on witch is witch. The flow was great. In all a great write!


  • technicolor girl
    June 17, 2008

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    I admit, this one made me cry. Im not sure if its the point im getting, but its like a story, of a girl, broken, hidden, hiding, loving butr never reciveing. And then she starts to grow back, feeling, knowing, seeing, loving and reciving...


  • Kristin Melissa
    June 16, 2008
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    Koodles, Good luck in the contest.
    Blessed be
    Mystic


  • XxunBeautifulxX
    June 16, 2008
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    Nice..good luck in the contests


  • Intricate Wordsmith
    June 12, 2008
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    Plz re-read the rules in my contest


  • basilisk
    June 1, 2008

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    This reminds me of Leonard Cohen (Suzanne and You Are Right Sahara). I love the way the narrative flows and the changes in the imagery.

    "Transfigure these words and they become me." has a double meaning. It could mean to change them or to exalt them. And then the girl in the story becomes both a chameleon and a figure of mythology.

    "And she became legible once again,
    As if she never was."

    Is a bit of an enigma but, then again, the girl is an enigma. I'd like to know what you mean (tho, I wouldn't be suprised if you didn't tell me - whole enigma thingy).

    Hard to figure out where you'd be in the library. Great poem. Thanks for entering it.


  • RainbowEyes
    May 27, 2008

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    This poem is very mature and deep. I didn't expect this when I first saw your age. But this is one of my favorites. I can relate to this poem and I love how you use blunt honesty. Very good. This would make a great contest entry.

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