There are no words, a product of loss,
So watch as she reels from each image,
Striving to find faces.
Creepy! And sad... I swear, tonight I'm going to dream about angler fish men and a faceless girl who wants my face! Oh well, if I do it'll be fun to talk about lol. I really, really like your writing.
There are no words, a product of loss,
So watch as she reels from each image,
Striving to find faces.
Creepy! And sad... I swear, tonight I'm going to dream about angler fish men and a faceless girl who wants my face! Oh well, if I do it'll be fun to talk about lol. I really, really like your writing.
"Although much like a mannequin, she’s still alive
Even if her existence is synthetic; a mold of plastic lies."
I mean why arent you a famous poet?? those two lines a masterpiece, a work of art! i think i found a new fav poet on WC! prepare to be stalked by me!! :D XD
I would say that the dreams serve you well in your writing!
Reading this poem made me think about society today and the pressure to assume identities that are beyond our personalities. I feel as though young people, especially girls, are conditioned to be like the figure in this poem. As a result, they search for the trendiest veneer to cover them.
I know that is likely not what you indented, especially seeing as a dream sparked the poem overall. One of the things I really like about the poem is the ending couplet. I think it summarizes the poem well and leaves the reader with a sense of uneasiness about what true identity is or about the land of dreams.
I loved this poem. Mostly because it was a little weird and not like most poetry I read. This was described beautifully, and we all have bad dreams that inspire the best of us. This was amazing. The girl without a face will inspire me until I find something else to inspire me. xD
"I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
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