Shoes

Sort of halfway between a story and a poem. It is longer than my stories, and is a story but seems to still be poem form. In response to my poem Bare Feet

She looks at the ground

Head down, smile down

Bare-footed and bruised

 

Shiny black work shoes:

 

Maybe they are

A boring person

But only on the outside

They have a heart

And a history

Wanting to get out

A heart

Which is hard to enter

And even harder

To get out

A history

Unbelievably real

But it drowns in the waves

Of importance

Those black shoes

Cover it all

 

The girl is stationary

Only her eyelids move

Her heart was frozen years ago

 

A pair of roman sandals:

 

Maybe a person

Who doesn’t care

About looks,

Only the inside

Personality

A person who

Can have fun

Without money

But

Things cans get

That person down

And soon the shoes

Have left a dent

On the wall

 

Holey jeans two sizes small

A t-shirt brown from dirt

Neither has been washed for months

 

A pair of pink sandals:

 

Maybe a little girl

Daddy’s perfect princess

A little spoilt

That life’s not fair type

But for her

I bet it is

Brushed hair

“It hurts”

A wardrobe of dresses

“But I want that one,

There in the window”

A row of shoes

“They’re all too small”

Does she know of others?

 

Unwashed hair and unwashed face

Expressionless

She has nothing except secrecy

 

A pair of rabbit slippers:

 

Maybe a true to friend type

But is the one

Who needs them most

Outside is carefree

Inside is worried

Outside is crazy

Inside is paranoid

Outside blurts out

Inside thinks too hard

Outside is a cover

Inside is afraid

The slippers are for comfort

Not to have a laugh

 

She doesn’t know truth

Her background unfocused

The only picture taken

 

A pair of chucks with skull and crossbones:

 

Maybe a person

Who rebels to the world

A teenager who is scared

Of the future

And of them self

That person turns

Into piercings

And cuts

And frightened feelings

And only that person

Can get out of

Their own mind

 

Skinny from lack of food

Learning from herself

The laws of the world

 

A pair of jandals:

 

Maybe a rhythmic person

Who can bear the

Flip-flop sound

Who can bear

Words

Thrown in disgust

Who can bear

Pain

As long as it isn’t on the outside

It takes a long time

To crack open their feelings

Enter their daydream

They aren’t in the world

Unless they see

Past their eyes

 

Her life is worth living

For she knows of hope

And a warm voice of syrup

 

A pair of sparkly red extra-high heels:

 

Maybe a lady

Who only cares of looks

And her soul disappeared

Under layers of skirts

And make-up

 She was raised

As a child

With attention

 She fed off it

Until without it

She would be nothing

So

As an adult

She only cares

Of herself and her looks

Bending herself into shapes

No matter how uncomfortable

 

She knows of happiness

From less than nothing

And sadness from more than everything

 

A pair of silver shiny high heels:

 

Maybe a lady

Who loves the best

But needs a little

Worst

For balance

Because high heels

Can be wobbly

Without

A balance

Between want

And need

Good

And bad

Real

And fake

 

The girl looks down further

Lets out a sigh

Her bare feet show her life too

 

Bare feet:

 

I am

That girl everyone

Throws away

Because my clothes

Aren’t perfect

Because my looks

Aren’t perfect

Because my life

Isn’t perfect

Everyone thinks strange

Because

I hurt more

But I hurt less

Because

I know more

But I know less

Because

I am more

But I am less

No one wants

A girl who

Doesn’t know love

But knows hate

Doesn’t know death

But knows life

Doesn’t know herself

But knows others.

 

Something touches the girl

She looks up

A smile appears on her expressionless face.

Author's Note

Hope you liked it.

Reviews

[Adelia Alighieri]

I loved it, such a variety of descriptions made it rather amusing! I think you could work a little in presenting this, like putting up pictures of the shoes you talk about and stuff. Just a suggestion. :) Great job!

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

I really love this, Incredible.

[bonbon7810]

I loved it! I have never heard anything like it either! It was so unique and really touching actually. I loved the pattern and i loved the voice coming through!

[SamBug]

Wow, this was completely amazing. I love how you compare the people to their shoes. I guess you are what you wear....even if it is shoes. Great job and great comparisons!!!

[bbb]

...and her soul disappeared under layers of skirts and make-up...This part is my very favorite. This is a great piece of work, I can see each person and their shoes, their lives through such vivid description and expression. Nicely done.

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Nice. I like how it started out with shoes and went on to describe so much else. It flowed so naturally, like you let your mind run wild. And the ending was awesome too :)

[nono]

AWWW SO SAD....I literally started crying. really! I loved it a lot. very powerful. But not to be mean...i don't want to read anything like it. I LIKE IT A LOT. But it's so sad. Really really really really nice job!