Paper Scars

Paper Scars

A Poem by paperdaydreams

He holds the paper in his palm
staring down at the wounds he's inflicted
the words his biro carved into the page
leaving scars that wont fade
and as he closes his hand 
and tries to crumple the story
his fragile shaking body crumples too
under his minds dark hue
because trying to forget 
means he first has to remember 
if he wants to pull through

© 2013 paperdaydreams


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The idea of running through the fire to cleanse the pain is a daunting one. I like that you used the fragility of paper to represent what fragile beings we really are. I thought the poem had a sophisticated patina to it. Well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperdaydreams

11 Years Ago

yes, i thought the paper would be a good object to compare the mind frame of a person to, thankyou :.. read more
I liked this it gives a sad lost feeling.....Well penned my friend....Whisk

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperdaydreams

11 Years Ago

thankyou, glad it conveyed that feeling :)
*to* "pull through", just a slight error I saw. I do believe these are "ramblings", as you mentioned before; it's the same sort of style I get into, and there is no harm in that, it means it is raw, and definitely to my liking. You did well, kiddo.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

paperdaydreams

11 Years Ago

Oops, didn't noticed that, changed it now, thankyou, yes I do tend to ramble a bit but it feels more.. read more
ObscurityNone

11 Years Ago

Precisely. x)

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Added on January 23, 2013
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paperdaydreams
paperdaydreams

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Hiya, my names immy ((short for imogen, but no one ever calls me that))... basically I'm a fifteen year old who daydreams too much; It's what I do best so I wondered if I could translate my imaginatio.. more..

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