Anything

Anything

A Poem by Ren Grace

Anything

 

I stay statuesque despite the surrounding world

I sit there in silence

I’m civil through clamor

 

My skin is my armor though I use it as a mask

It feels every chill raindrop

Every warm ray of sun

 

I observe with every sense but my eyes

I bruise and I scar

But I’m never blind to the lessons they carry

 

There’s more to words than the mouth they’re birthed

I have thoughts of that I could never feel

And feelings that I could never say

 

All shadows come with a person

Every person has a life

Every life has a story

© 2014 Ren Grace


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Something quite different, I haven't read a piece like this in ages. You present some truly novel ideas, the imagery was eclectic and drew me in immediately.

"I observe with every sense but my eyes
I bruise and I scar
But I’m never blind to the lessons they carry"

Particularly liked these lines very much. Especially the last line, it's very strong. It's good to say you posting new poems again, this is one of my favorites. Great writing, Lauren! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love this poem. Beautiful imagery in the piece

Posted 6 Years Ago


Yup, aye and other affirmative words.
A thought filled piece, with every line raising yet more questions of what we are, to ourselves as much as to others.
I really dislike picking favourite lines, especially when there are so many to choose from, as well as every time you hear someone say "I really dislike picking favourite lines", you know they are gonna, where was I? Oh yeah, "I observe with every sense but my eyes" is just...well, I'm jealous I didn't write this. :)
The last verse is perfect, leaving us thinking and thinking and thinking. Superb.


Posted 7 Years Ago


Ren Grace

7 Years Ago

I ALWAYS pick out favorite lines, but you know you just cant help it sometimes. If something moves y.. read more
This is quite different from what i am used to


but very well written

Posted 9 Years Ago


Superior work! I enjoyed it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


There isn't anything here to critique! This is wonderful Lauren!

~Stefanie

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this.Every single line struck a chord with me.Great write my friend :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truth in your words, Lauren! And we must stand tall, learn the lessons to be learned… till one day, we look back and laugh at those days when tiny pebbles had seemed insurmountable…..

God bless, sis!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thoroughly enjoyed! my cup of tea as they say! .. the title hooked me all by itself .. your poem is riddle- like .. i feel if i can guess it i get the prize .. and the prize is in the reading .. very well done .. wonderful expression .. :)
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Something quite different, I haven't read a piece like this in ages. You present some truly novel ideas, the imagery was eclectic and drew me in immediately.

"I observe with every sense but my eyes
I bruise and I scar
But I’m never blind to the lessons they carry"

Particularly liked these lines very much. Especially the last line, it's very strong. It's good to say you posting new poems again, this is one of my favorites. Great writing, Lauren! :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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