FragmentsA Poem by JanesyWho am I?
Jane Loo.
For you my memory Faint shadows of characters that were once part and parcel of your rhythm. Pulsing. Words. 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 puzzle. Demon. Janey Loo. 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. Jane. 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. Janey. 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 Smile. your fabricated smile. - I, Jane Loo. Janey. Janey Loo. Jane. am unsure of who I am. Or if I am even me. © 2010 Janesy |
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