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Through a gap in the fence
they saw each other.
Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.
Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.
Whispers of love
and no one else cares.
Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,
But of course
all good things must end.
The gap was closed
and their love was lost.
As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.
they saw each other.
Drawings on the walls
for messages of love.
Images don't matter anymore
as words are the only thing
that can travel
through that gap in the fence.
Whispers of love
and no one else cares.
Still they have not seen each other
through the small gap in the fence,
But of course
all good things must end.
The gap was closed
and their love was lost.
As time erases
their love was lost
and the lovers who met
through a gap in the fence
never got to whisper
their sweet nothings to each other
through a gap in the fence again.
Literature
I want to forget names,
& faces,
& people.
I want to forget their veins,
fingerprints forever burned into my eyelids;
wrists I can't look at
without longing to tear apart.
Spine full, and spiteful:
I want to cry
roses in my midnight tea
for these star collapsed lungs.
I want to cry for her
& for me.
But Shame,
she wont allow me the courtesy.
Literature
Storybook Ending
Her ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,
[dragon's blood
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
[glass slippers
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
[enchanted forests
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
[cursed beasts
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
Literature
What is wrong with me?
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactThis is a beautiful poem, which I find distinguishes itself not only through the fluidity with which it enters the mind(to the point where the fact that it's a free-verse poem ceases to block reading in any way, which is quite often the case), but also the image it evokes: two lovers whose feelings for each other are based on everything but appearance.
The message sent, after this, is a bittersweet one: true love doesn't take appearance into account, but rather is based on communication and honesty(and it's easier to be honest when you're unseen). It can, however, be lost, and while looks don't need to figure into this sentiment, physical closeness(as in a caress, an embrace, or even eye contact) can be what makes it last.
In conclusion, I have nothing to object to this wonderful work of art. The impact and the image it evokes feel like a dream that is starting to fade from my memory, but remains as strong as ever.