well uh, i've decided not to talk about my life today. cuhs as usual, it's pretty boring. hahaha, i just wrote a poem a few minutes ago for english nd i decided i'd share it with you guys ! how thoughtful, right ? ;D haha jaykay. well, here it is, hope you like it :)
"the wooden box"
by lydia lei
quietly i lay in my dark home
which encloses me
until daylight appears
the long outstretched digits
enclose around me
grasping me, removing me from my home
these digits harass me
plcking, twanging, pressing down
on the lines stretched across my body
turning the pieces of metal on my side
they don't care
that it's hurting me, causing me pain
when these digits harass me
on the lines over my body
there is a hole
on the surface of my body
where these digits often play
inside of the hole
there is nothing,
nothing but empty space
i hear sounds around me
when the digits pluck my lines
music fills the air
then the digits stop.
the music stops.
all that is around me
fades away
i am placed in a box,
returned to my home
darkness surrounds me once again
now i know
without these digits
i am nothing.
i am only
a wooden box
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You poem is just like any other pro poem: I always to have read it more than once to understand the... power... and meaning in the poem (: You should submit it to the Lit Mag if you haven't thought about it already :D
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