FragmentsA Poem by Janesy
Who am I?
For you my memory
Faint shadows of characters that were once part
and parcel of your rhythm.
In your eyes, a portrait of sanity
But behind them lies a decaying matter of one true self
A sinner, a liar
A science experiment
You are your own pandora's box
A young child burning fictional fairies and sprites
Unlike the like others.
Doll like - girls
and boys - like toys.
A child who demanded meaning
but was never really interested in an explanation.
Words are but only words.
But words are your only friends.
They see the missing parts of you
that no stranger may ever comprehend.
You know so, you've heard so
they came in whispers, booming
too involved, too psychotic, too much.
Your every statement scrutinized
by tips sharp and fatal.
Pepper your pages
for you know better than to let the daydreams of yesterday in.
For you a pocket full of sunshine
a beautifully crafted brick house carefully positioned
on the left of mister. cloud nine.
The strings of the world are yours to weave
may you thread with caution
Jane Loo. Janey. Janey Loo. Jane.
am unsure of who I am.
if I am even me.
© 2010 Janesy