A reason to write
You think that I am dark, that I have a troubled mind.
You always have a problem with the words that I write.
What if I told you that the troubled one was you.
Never releasing the things that bother you
by putting into words memories that haunt,
impressions that last,
friends and family,
moments when you cry or laugh.
What if I told you that this was my escape
sometimes I don't want to deal with reality
fantasy is easier than that which is real.
Listen to me
read my words and comprehend
some is real and some is fake
the words and stories that I create.
It might be about you
or maybe some other fool.
Most of the time I talk about myself
pretending that I am someone else.
I am many things when I write
I am the heroine and the thief
I write of many impossible things
I write of dreams and my beliefs.
These words that are spilling out
are the most honest things that I can say
, even if it is a tale of make believe
you will never truly know me
unless you read my stories.
Some of this is the truth that I couldn't tell you
because I couldn't tell myself.
I enjoy dried flowers
because I cant stand to see them die,
such a beautiful thing, such a sad life.
I wish upon that moon,
because the stars get confused
there are so many of them that the message gets tangled up
and is impossible to construe.
This is my escape
this is the power of the words that I write
the power of my mysterious yet fully open mind.
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Alanna,
(Very pretty), honoring the preservation of (her) life, her proud, superior in-thought and made up mind, of a poem..... (Character), in control of and pre-plotted her destiny, be it in this world or out. This part to me, just took the cake for me, well en-played, a queen in her own anointed, self fabricated, wonderland....Whenever she wants and how ever she wants.....Pretty poem..An escaped to a self made wonderland...The complete girl in her eyes....Figment of our imagination or compensatory curiosity, simply unsolicited, yet necessatively required, to boost as all beings, self worth.To feel the need of merely understanding and acceptance by her practical admires.......Curiosity compensatory.....
Great j ob,
Jim
I wish upon that moon,
because the stars get confused
there are so many of them that
the message gets tangled up
and is impossible to construe.
This is my escape
this is the power of the words that I write
the power of my mysterious yet fully open
mind.
Wow love all the twist and turns in this poem, very playful, yet so much truth it holds, love the following,
the words and stories that I create.
It might be about you
or maybe some other fool.
Most of the time I talk about myself
pretending that I am someone else.
Don't we all, and are we not all on the same boat, which we keep on rocking and mocking, not realizing we are one of the same, our names maybe different, but our pain and joys are the same, only dressed as different to eyes of the fools, which thyself again.
Great poem
Thank you very much. I appreciate your thoughts, and your comments.