She imploded the day they destroyed her sun,
felt the heart shattered faith die deep,
watched the broken marionette man swing
on the invisible strings of a death,
knew without her, his story would be rewritten.
Self-blame, self loathing, it never mattered
what the poets sang, she knew, she always knew.
Blurred consciousness into a failing memory
until truth dwindled to a footnote on a
meaningless page. Fiction danced triumphant
we point our fingers towards the imagined
creation, hiding behind the hands of a child,
she watches warily, an amber dragonfly caught
between the pages of unreliable art.
Tried for absolution, rejected, ignored,
a cardboard abhorrence indelibly fragile,
reduced to smudges in a tattered old textbook
of reality’s plan. She knows accuracy sacrificed
for a drama, for theatre, for art, for him.
No one cries at the end of her tragedy,
no one but me.
Author notes
Anyone who knows me knows what this is about. It's so true that history is written by the victors, or the twisting of playwrites. I've literally just written this today August 19 2008, first draft.
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Very, very good. It is a very intuitive woman who knows, while alive, that the truth will never be told. What a horrible burden to live with. Amazing piece. I got your meaning, even without the author notes.
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Not knowing what it is about almost intriges me into it more! I love it!
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i wish i knew what this was about.
i like it though.
this...
evokes feelings i didnt know i still had for writing and truth...
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I just want to cradle your writing in my arms
reduced to smudges in a tattered old textbook of reality's plan.
God you're good
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Wow. This is fantastic. I love the flow and the vocabulary and the eloquence of ehre, and for a first draft, it's stunning. The final will be amazing. You almost don't even need to edit - this is basically equivalent to a final draft of mine...
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This is pretty good.
I like what you're saying, but I'm not sure about how you went about saying it.
Nice write.
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Blurred consciousness into a failing memory
until truth dwindled to a footnote on a
meaningless page.
*jaw drops*
wow.
I've read your stuff before and every piece is better than the last !
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