Photographs

What happens when you're addicted to addictions.

Faded edges
Only I can see
Outsiders soak up the colours
While I taste the monochromatic
Dramatics
I stared in the mirror today
That girl who owns my name
She whispered to me
                                    "What happened?"
And I whispered back
                                    "Everything."


Thin photographs fell from
My hands

Author's Note

Yeah, I don't think this one is what I'd consider "finished" just yet.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

This part right here:

"I stared in the mirror today
That girl who owns my name
She whispered to me
"What happened?"
And I whispered back
"Everything."


Thin photographs fell from
My hands"

...is a brilliant poem unto itself, but the begining belongs, and helps bring the lens into focus. I am going to need a separate library just for your writing Aimee. I read your poems slowly, not just because I want to savor the suprises around each corner, but because the words themself fit so good together its like walking along a path and finding clues to the answer to truth, and understanding.

Yes, I loved it.
Antonio

[Kt]

I would consider this finished. I think it's wonderful. You could easily go on to explain more, but I think it would be best to leave it be.

[Country Girl]

Well written poem. I enjoyed it!