..White Crayon..

..White Crayon..

A Poem by Raven Radke

..Why am I invisible..?


I see you but you don't see me

I call out to you but you don't hear me

What am I to you?

What can I do to make you see me?

I don't know what I did..

Please look at me..


Silent cries from inside my room

from deep inside my heart

I'm afraid to cry aloud because it's to

hard for me to be questioned by you and tell you the truth becuase

you treat me like the White crayon out of them all

Invisible to the eye and not important..

© 2010 Raven Radke

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aww..!! Very beautiful....:)
I can surely relate to this...and i can understand how it feels..:)
thanks for sharing..!!


Posted 10 Years Ago

I had the same exact experience!
But everything worked out... I love the poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Very nice.
"What can I do to make you see me?"
This sounds so sad... I like it! :D
Ops! Spelling! Check your 3rd to the last line...
Other than that its good. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

this is the best thing i have read in a long time your an amazing writer i LOVE this. i know exactly what you mean. great poem

Posted 11 Years Ago

That is one great poem. I haven't read one in awhile, and I really like this one. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

wow, i loved this piece. the comparison that you used was perfect. thanks for the read request.

--Ally Baker
"Don't upset the reader. She might end up putting you in one of her books and killing you"

Posted 11 Years Ago

To me, you're a bright orange crayon! Love you wife, hahaha. :D

Posted 11 Years Ago

very nice

Posted 11 Years Ago

deep and longing work of art. totally able to relate. great use of word structure and depth to your metaphors. excellent work

Posted 11 Years Ago

wow this explains how i feel right now. you did a great job of writing

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on April 13, 2010
Last Updated on April 13, 2010


Raven Radke
Raven Radke

Nowhere land, TN

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