What it Is
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Ninja Cat in the depths of Wonderland...trying to find a looking-glass portal out. |
September 1st, 2010
AN:Tis amazing how the first day of school can bring on such a morbid poem...
What it Is
The darkest of rain clouds
Reflects in the puddles
Rain drops distorting my reflection
Another day begins
Everything seems bathed in grey
Everything repeats
And now that I think about it,
I knew the truth all along
A quiet girl,
A lonely desk
Is that really,
All it is?
Expectations, Ideal futures
Always pressed on me
The smiling faces,
The bustling people
They don’t know the real me
Sometimes the moon,
Seems so far away
But still so beautiful to see
What is it?
This numbing feeling,
That seems to eat at everything I am
What it is,
Is hidden deeper
Watching from a higher window,
You think the view would change
But no,
There’s nothing but that grey
The neatest rows,
The perfect scores
Tacked up on the board
Everything repeats itself
When watching from a higher window
The truth of what it is
Just seems farther away
You can look upon the surface
Searching deeper is a pain
So you will never see
The real person
The real truth
The real thing
It’s deep beneath,
Buried in the repeating grey
With symmetrical shapes
And perfect pieces
Individuality,
Is scattered to the wind
What it is,
Is always lost
Repeating steps
Repeating words
The shape of this hall
Is stenciled into my mind
Everything seems so distant
Like barely hidden secrets
They don’t want you to know
What it is?
You’ll never know
Hidden in the layered grey
Is truth, beyond the lie?
Don’t bother to look further
Than the outside
Because the real person
Means nothing to you
Because her favorite color
Is red
Doesn’t let her escape the grey
Like worn out shoes,
Back in the closet
That no one cares to throw away
She waits inside,
What she is…
Is something more
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I don't always like poetry, but your poems are always so beautiful (*sniff, sniff*) that I have to find them. I love the metaphors in this one. And the flow. And the feeling. So, all of it, basically :)
And I really relate to it too. I'll be starting my freshman year in a few short days, and it's really sad how few people actually know me for me. Actually, I don't think any of my friends actually know the real me. They get annoyed when I talk about my writing. Anyway, that was a tangent.
The main point is, I think your super duper super duper super duper talented and I insist that more poems must come!
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You are such a good poet!
Imagination stays alive.
You are such a good poet!
Imagination stays alive.
*Huggles Ninja Cat* School makes me depressed too. Love the poem, as always.
:) Thanks everyone for the comments...and the uh...huggle, it really makes writing these things so gratifying! The funny thing is, my school is pretty much the polar opposite of the one I described, literally...they have colorful panes of glass in the windows so as you walk along the second floor hallway it's all rainbow colored and...stuff. But none of my friends write, so when I talk about it they're all, "mmmhmmm, (no clue what she's talking about...)" I guess a lot of us can relate to that :)
Kiki:(after Red Queen has a hysterical fit of laughter) Am I missing something?
Neina:I think SHE'S missing something...