Twisted CuriositiesA Poem by Julianna Marie
Hurried footsteps against the aging pavement,
long dark hair framing my senseless face, I lift my eyes from the ground to make weighted eye contact with the strangers passing by, but they don't know, How could they? I feign a smile, and bat my lashes: and they think to themselves, "She desired me so," And I like to think that I put even the smallest of smiles on their cracked lips, even if it was placed there by the most ridiculous of assumptions, and my eye contact was merely for personal benefit, and twisted curiosities: A quest for acceptance, Do you want me? There are many old men on this street, all of them looking at the young girl with the hurried steps: They say, "What's the rush? You're still so young, We are the old ones." And I can only say, "I haven't the time." I don't even wear a watch, I have nowhere to be, but I haven't the time, for anything anymore.
© 2010 Julianna MarieAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on July 31, 2010 Last Updated on August 20, 2010 AuthorJulianna MarieSeattle, WAAboutI'm a 21 year old girl living in Seattle, student/poet/barista. I believe in art, poetry, psychology, and music-- I don't think its safe to believe in much else. more..Writing
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