And into the world stared these gleaming blue eyes
Which she saw past its dimension and only despised
This beauty she portrayed everyone had seen
But disguised sadness she made it serene
The greatest flaw that had filled her heart
Perfection only the beginning, just the start
With blonde stringy hair she curled her hand into a fist
Glass mirror she had feared, now stareing at her wrist
The pale white skin was now deep within her reflection
An enemy she had seen, with this girl had no connection
Tears streamed down and began to hit the sink
Matched the blood that seeped now combining to pink
Cutting she thought was her only escape
From the horrid memory of her Elusive rape
The outer canvas had just been a mask
Deep happiness was all but a task
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Again, great!!! Hope you don’t mind, but here’s a poem of mine
From behind my curtin:
Despritly Flittering away the day. Undisposed congruent all the angles the same. Dreaming should never be better than real life!!! You see, I was standing behind the stage back behind the black curtain that’s become my best friend, different colored lights flashing on the floor waiting for the show to begin when this certain notion happened upon my mind. I didn’t understand it much, I really didn’t!!! Theres always so much commotion before the songs start. Its always Plug the amps cinderellie, place the marks cinderellie, did you get your hair looking just right cinderellie, cinderellie, cinderellie!!!! But this isn’t real life!!! Far from it, in reality my brother my sister and I sat and carefully constructed this image that we project. Majestic kinda like. 8 stacks of amplifiers buzzing away, people in the crowd I recognize chirping away on there cellular device
they don’t know what it means. Dreaming should never be better than real life.
I just emaild you,from my sisters email haha
it is great brooklynboxx…
i really wished if i could talk with you….i have read your posts earlier also so i just wanted to know how things are going now.just mail me..
brooklynboxx@gmail.com
this is beautifully written, such a lovely piece. it portrays so much. its also quite relatable and relevant.
You should keep all of your poems in a poetry book Brooklyn. 🙂
Have you considering being published in a mental health awareness book called living proof? This is exactly the kind of creative writing we are looking for! Simply submit any work to creativewriting.pwwp2@hotmail.com it’s due to be published in April so go for it x