A Poem by Mabel

Greatly inspired by a poem called 'Autopsicografia' by portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa. Slight changes, may not have the same meaning as the original, so it`s open for interpretation.


The poet is feigned
He fakes for his own sake
At night, he even fakes the pain
That constantly keeps him awake

Those who read what they write,
In the written form of pain, they feel delight

But not both, like the author felt
Only instead, the very one they can`t feel
That causes him fright

And so on the railroads
It spins, entertains reason,
The wind-up train won`t break apart
Unless he needs another heart...

© 2014 Mabel

Author's Note

I`d like to hear some constructive criticism.

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This poem was a little hard to logically interpret, but that's okay, I like writers who make me think :) This poem had a certain haunting voice of pain and sorrow behind it, merely a ghost behind the mirror, if you get my drift. Again, a very good poem, I do not have any critique for you, sadly. Keep writing :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

Thank you so much for reviewing. I enjoy writing complex pieces, but at times, I also am very direc.. read more
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4 Years Ago

Hey, no problem!

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Added on October 19, 2014
Last Updated on October 19, 2014
Tags: identity, psychology, intellectuality, pain, fear, lies, pretend, mind



Art student, senior year, who occasionaly enjoys writing. --- I can speak english and portuguese fluently and I know a bit of spanish, french, swedish and italian. My favorite themes In poetry: .. more..

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