Abstract

Abstract

A Poem by RachelReaper

Abstract

Metaphorically,

So how would you know

What's real,

What's not?

What's a little

White lie

For the sake

Of the show?

What show,

Or a saying,

But what does

That mean?

Black, Red, Pink,

Green, Purple, Yellow,

Blue, Orange, Grey,

Words across this page

So you think

The words I thought,

How?

Walking through fog

You can't see

What's going to happen

Next...

A serpent attacks a

Restless ship on rocking

Hurricanes!

I made that,

Or did I?

Or are you having

The same hallucination

As I am,

As everyone else who

Reads this?

Whatever you want it,

Good sir, kind ma'am,

No rules for us.

What's to confine?

Everything means

Whatever comes to mind,

We are, after all,

Poetry.

© 2013 RachelReaper


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RachelReaper
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Abstract is a good word for this, you had my mind spinning and reeling, I felt my eyes rolling in my head!! Haha well nice job!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

RachelReaper

11 Years Ago

thank you :)
C.C. Marx

11 Years Ago

Your very welcome
great job, raises many questions easily answered by many on this site, yet it still requires a long explanations. this also must be raised, can it be explained? these images in our heads once we read another's work, or even our own? i like to think it can't. leave it a simple mystery for us all leave the wonder within the works

Posted 11 Years Ago


RachelReaper

11 Years Ago

thanks for the review :)
marie

11 Years Ago

no problem, thank you as well for yours:) anytime you want one i will be glad to give:)

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Hey!!!!! My name is Rachel, and my unofficial last name is Reaper. I am 14 years old. Blood and kisses to all who review my work, I appreciate it so much and couldn't express to you how much it means .. more..

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