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A Poem by poetdweller
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what happens to a person over time?... example: me

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She smiled, looked around,

with a shiny happy brightness to her eyes

 with one hand in her soft shiny blonde hair.

 

She bit her lip and stared at her desk

With dull, dark, emptiness to her eyes

With on hand on her head as if without enough energy to hold itself up.

 

She went home and talked

With beloved family

About her loving friends

Who cared about her

 

The other went home to her room

Away from everybody

Whats a friend?

Nobody cared about her

 

She smiled and went peacefully to sleep

Into her pleasant dreams,

Not stirring a bit

And waking up in the  morn.

 

Once she finally cried herself to sleep,

Her nightmares came to haunt

And she tossed and turned

And was exhausted the next morn.

 

One dressed in bright neat clothes

And combed through her hair

While one dressed in dark colors

Leaving her hair askew

 

These two people are opposites,

Yet amazingly they are the past and present of one girl.

© 2008 poetdweller


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A well penned and deeply expressed piece ~Thanks for sharing~Fran Marie

Posted 16 Years Ago


Most definately the present in one girl, the surface that they see, the real that no-one sees.

Lifes mirror.

There really are no contrast here, but the same story perfectly executed.

This touched me more than you could know.

Mx

Posted 16 Years Ago


that was amazing. i really liked it, the contrasting stanzas to describe the way this girl was in the past and present. it was really brilliant ^-^

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow it was just amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it took my breath away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm left speechless


Posted 16 Years Ago


loved it! (again)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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