Sanity is only a ripple
Upon the pond of life
Stare down at any water
It changes as the moon changes
As the sun changes
As the water inside moves
Take a mirror about the ground
Even the slightest touch
Spirals a ripple
A stone can change
Even the deepest of waters
One more hurt
One more tear
One more ripple.
Who is truly sane?
For inside we all have sanity
Yet we all have insanity
Is the cheerleader
Any more sane than the smoker?
Is the nerd, prep, athlete, brainiac
Any more sane than the cutter?
No, for everyone has their secrets.
Cheerleaders might smoke
Even just for a while,
The brainiac might cut,
Even just for the once,
Yet deep down doesn't
That change the surface
Of the pond.
Touch anyones surface
And you can see
What once was reflected
Isn't what is to be
Yet somewhere inside
Longing to be free
Is that little person
Who is what truly is to be
Scared or broken
Smart or depressed
One in the same don't choose what you like best
Anyone can be anything
When given the right stone
So don't assume your alone.
Beautiful!
This is lovely! I love the line "What once was reflected/Isn't what is to be", especially. As people grow older and change so does what is reflected, yet at our core it is our experiences that shape who we are in the now. Wonderful write indeed!
Thank you so much. I had read
Thank you so much. I had read yours and it was pretty much what happened with your post to mine. I'm still adding more and more. I got so much to let out but so little to really say. It confuses me at times so I sit and I write. Sometimes it's good. Other times it's not.
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Poetry is the things we think
Poetry is the things we think but do not say, essentially.
If you have a lot to let out, then that's great! Sometimes I just sit and write down everything that is on my mind at once, then look back over it and pick out the strands of thought that I think would make a good poem. Having a lot on your mind can be an excellent thing, and it doesn't really matter if it's good or not, just so long as you are actually writing and creating.
I am writing and creating.
I am writing and creating. It's not so much whether or not it's good. It's that the ones I find to be my best wind up on here. Right now I have a fresh muse somewhere. They keep pouring out of me as if a waterfall of poetry has been found. It might be my girl. Or my past. Or Lix making a secret mental note to me to write like I have never written before, but something just has brought this out of me lately and I can't tell why. I think that's a good thing. None of these are edited or refined which makes it worse. I sit down type it up then post it.
~free~
Great!
It's an excellent thing! The Best thing! Even if you can't tell where it's coming from, that's still absolutely fine, let it all pour out onto the pages and pool there, all the eddies and twists of thought that are in your brain. As for editing and refining, I actually write my poetry up in a separate folder (elsewhere on my computer) before posting it, and I have sub-folders of what has been posted and what has not. Sometimes the unrefined form is the best though.
My poetry is how I can be
My poetry is how I can be completely honest with either myself or the world around me. If you edit that and take away what is behind it then you are denying yourself the full gratification. I don't edit my poems. I don't like to because they are the only way to truly be yourself no matter what. I don't have a folder for them mostly because this computer is so old that there's only wordpad on it until I can get my new one this year for Christmas. That's a different story. I'm just not the type of person who likes to edit her poems I guess. It's the only way I can get it all out. I have so much internally that happens when I write and if it's too scattered it get's thrown to the side but today I have been on a really good streak and have since my anniversary with my girlfriend.
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