Pages filled with words so demure, so delicate
Repeating events that once sounded so dramatic
Now these letters just lay there, never moving, never changing
Sometimes I wonder if they still make sense
If there is a tiny shred of hope in a heap of stories
Maybe it's a puzzle
I keep thinking
If I just piece it all together, there it will be
All the days I’ve lived
So drastically different but so strikingly similar
And so I close this book
The book of life
Where traces of memories have been left behind
All the thoughts that ever clouded my mind
They are all there
Everything is there
But now they're just words, letters mashed up together
The emotion the stories once held
The feeling they once described
Its all gone
But that book
The one that once held so many pieces of me
Is still the same
And now it all just seems so insignificant
But I know its not
'Cause soon I'll have another blank journal
Unwritten pages, so blank and pure
Which will soon be dominated by tales
Too vivid for a memory to hold
And although it all seems so cryptic
Its because
Even when I look back on these pages years later
Something is still there
A life
My life.
Author notes
just thoughts, originally for a contest...
- so cryptic and yet so simple -
Comments
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OMG! GIO!!!!!!!!!! You are fantastic, TALENTED< and wow,I am speechless! =) This is a great poem! You overcame your writer's block, jeje, I still have not! Keep writing because I will keep reading!
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heyy!! you are finally on!
lol!
whats up?
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i love it
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awesome
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thanks! haven't talked to you in forever!
whats up?
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r u going to enter this amazing poem in the contest?
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Like it... a LOT!
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thanks, doll!
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