Fuzzy views and blurred imagery
Left marks on the mirror
A prism of colour reflects what I aspire to feel
But I don’t
I am lonely
I don’t know the difference between solitude and independence
My own life is constructed of long endless nights and the excuse to not leave
Where were you? Were you even truly there to begin with?
A phantom limb that would gain my attention whenever you pleased
Stupid little girl
As I fell between the cracks of your lies you ruled my world and controlled me entirely
Impulsive and pouring with melancholy
I mirrored your actions
Because after all that prism of colour always lead to your white light
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Author:
ali.louise (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2017 14:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Please leave feedback as im looking to learn. many thanks :)
- Category: Love
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Comments4
WELCOME LOUISE - It is well written with lots of Rhythm. It also tells a story. We all need light and mirrors and spectra (colour) to tell us who we are are and what we are ! BUT A mirror can lie and lead us into false self-assurance and confidence. Mirrors can captivate and reassure us that everything is OK - BUT they can also captivate and destroy - Love your poem - more please - Yours BRIAN
This is nice. A lot of potential. When you get more experience your style and flow will become refined. Good stuff. I like the title, and the word "Prism". Bravo.
Good first poetic contribution. ali! My only suggestion is that you chose a larger font, about a #12, to make it much easier to read. Welcome!
Welcome to the site ali.louise.
A very nice first contribution here, especially like the last line.
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