She is broken She is healing She is drama She is feeling She is cracking She is mourning She is priceless She is scorning She is young Or she is growing She is telling She is showing She is many things To many eyes An instant change Without disguise She is seeing She is blind She is yours But never mine For she exists Within these lines And she is strengthened In their rhyme And you are calling To her soul Or you are doubting Her control You’re a cynic Or a reader Or a fan Or a believer You’re a stumble Or a mimic Or a regular Or a critic But the fact is All the meaning Is a result Of what you’re seeing It’s not the writer That you’re reading But your own heart That is beating She is words But you are mirror And on these pages Both are clearer Raw emotion " Poet’s perfection But meaning is always Reader’s reflection
Seems I'm not the only one who loved this! *laughs*
It's quite a powerful piece and one that I enjoy as both a reader (the flow is fun, I indulged in a few rereads) and fellow writer(the message is one that sticks).
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She is many things
To many eyes
An instant change
Without disguise
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I -love- that part especially. So talented! I can't wait to read more from you.
ur perfectly right, of course jessica marie. we do read and reflect from our own view. i think the best thing that we can do as writers is to induce the reader to relate to our words in their way. wondewrful write. thanks.
I absolutely love this! I think this is my favorite thing I've read for a good long while. Very nicely done! Clever concept, pure insight, and it reads fluidly, perfect rhythm and rhyme.
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