She hides from herself and others,
she is a blank outline,
a meek picture in a coloring book full of fun.
She has no promise for the future,
no hope in being colored.
Who will she be?
The cuts on her wrists,
her only friends.
Like a bird in a cage,
she wishes to fly away.
White, greys and black,
hopeless, dead, undetermined.
Who will she be?
A contest entry
- Titles # 2 by cirque du soleil.
525 points, ended February 20, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hmmm yep I enjoyed reading it and you wove some really beautiful thoughts in this short piece. I wont specify lines cuz it's all very beautiful and I loved again and again the words "Who will she be?" It's just confusion and beauty hidden. the question remains and the poem ends which makes it really beautiful
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a meek picture in a coloring book full of fun.
She has no promise for the future,
no hope in being colored.
Wow…this is so sad…I can really feel the pain and sense of hopelessness here…and the title is one of my favorites…
Only suggestion – use capital letters at the beginning of lines…it just looks better…but that’s creative licence, I guess, lol
Thanks for entering!
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its beautifully written, i think it will do great in the contest
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Nice flow, nice word usage, great job, Mer! Have some clappies:
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wow, now this was amazing. i felt this way once, still not thru it all. its a great poem, it really is. excellent work.! <3
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