drops from my soul appear,
tracing the forgotten path,
carrying fragments of my hellish past.
like ribbons they are,
adorning my hollow face
as I try to blur the mirror again.
'don't feel bad' my reflection smiles.
'I don't feel it.' she giggles.
I don't want to understand the language of tears,
I don't want to hear the words coming from my mimic's lips.
concerned eyes float past in bubbles of white noise,
well meaning,
but thoughtless all the same.
I can't tell you whats wrong if I don't know myself.
misted silence fills my echoed mind,
as I lie exhausted from another night of dreaming
dreaming of things dancing in the realm of is it real?
maybe,
maybe not.
I'll never know will I?
this suffering will continue,
a constant rain of why and how could you?
I can't tell you whats wrong if I don't have the words.
my heart can't keep up with these new tragedies,
it always knew of course,
but it was never to be released.
put them back,
these memories,
I don't want them.
I don't want them anymore.
Author notes
dont ask me why im crying im not going to tell you whats wrong.
A contest entry
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This is very sad
Many times I have reached out to the young to help them know what real love could be .To feel free to talk to someone about anything at all and not be judged for it . We all need someone like this we can trust in our life . Sometimes its not family that makes a person feel the love and freedom they seek .But not all strangers are honest in there embrace so the young has to be able to read the body signs this is something my Grandma taught me very young . She said if the person wont look you in the eyes when they answer your question then they are most likely telling a lie .If they fidget with their hands when you ask them a direct question then they arent sure of what to tell you . But there are those who are cunning and will do all the right things only they arent there for your welfare they are after something of their own interests .So one has to listen to their heart instead of their mind and ask yourself does what I want to do fel right inside -
Very sad
Tears are the rain of the soul yet does it cry for it misses love and the happiness it knows could be . I feel when I cry it releases the pains within so that the soul can be refreshed and reach out to others to find the happiness it craves .Never push away the guardean angels that comes near to see you to this happiness be honest and you will find the pathway and be free
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thank you.
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There is a lot of pain and confusion in this poem. The way you broke it up made it have more impact I believe, very clever of you. I too have memories I wish could be erased. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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I think most of us do ja?
thank you. ^^
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Wow, i honestly hope it is done, this poem was such an amazing write. i loved reading every part of it,
" like ribbons they are,
adorning my hollow face
as I try to blur the mirror again." this was my favorite line in the entire piece, their is so much imagery in just this one line that i keep imagining it over and over in my head. you did an amazing jobb.
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thank you very much, and yes haha it is done I'm just lazy about changing the thingy lol
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awesome rite and thanx for entering
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haha thanks, would you mind looking at it again when its done? lol
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NP.
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thanks. ^^
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