echoA Poem by brianna vega
at times i feel i have that 19th century mindset.
i have conflicting views on how open one shall express thier emotions or views i aim to please my significant other and often suffocate myself and needs in the process however in doing so i become extremely selfish in other qualities of my nature. i have this unquenchable need for diverse conversation and views. i aim to shock in certain situations yet shelter my self in others and put up armor for those who can easily hurt me or expose me when i am most naked in my nature i dillute most and perhaps many of my defining characteristics in fear that they will be shunned, disreguarded or prove me insane or incapable. I seemto have my self figured out yet truth is i feel as if i dont know a thing. i often wonder if i even exist, i wonder if i have not perhaps worn my mask for so long that every thing underneath has crumbled and broken in to a millions of microscopic pieces. shall i choose to be great, ambitious, rich and unhappy? shall i give out my unique soul to the world so that not one shard is left of me? shall i make every particle of my psyche public so not one thought or emotion is sacred? i crave a listening from the public yet i feel they can rarely innterpret what my waords are trying to convey. However perhaps it is i who chooses the wrong vocabulary in my self expression. i have caged my self in the lines and bars of prose. i have locked my self behind words for securtity. i hardly know how to behave intimately with out chemical aid in reality. i feel at times that the only thing i have to offer is a listening ear and watching eye the genuis to turn it into a story, a fantasy. i have an intense fear that i will prove inadequate in all areas even this. i am not the best at anything , however i do extremely well at giving only parts of myself. i am an echo. not the true original voice, only a shadow of the self the repeatingb that slowly fades into silence. © 2010 brianna vegaReviews
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7 Reviews Added on November 16, 2010 Last Updated on November 16, 2010 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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