Monday, September 24, 2012

questionable existince



I’m not here nor near neither happy nor sad regretful past that larks in the corner of happiness

Painted smiles to the world not yet understood preexisting stereotypes of a world that I was born into not chosen

Forgotten feelings thrown to the side not yet unmasked to world on how I feel inside

I just want to be happy with a happy ever after but bumpy roads ahead how could I be so naive I guess hopefully dreams will keep me at peace while I cry myself to sleep in the pursuit of happiness

 

 

3 comments:

  1. Hi Rachelle--the main thing I can suggest here is less explaning (of the "I'm sad..I'm happy" sort), and more showing(let attitudes emerge with specific detail and image; consider Bishop's "Armadillo," for example, where her metaphorical comparison of the flickering flame of a paper lantern to the fragile beating of a heart says much more, as an image, than she could ever say through general statement.

    So, my basic advice is, locate yourself in a specif place/situation/circumstance; begin with specific observations/images, and move from image to image--get down to earth, so to speak; as is, the poem hovers in an abstract and general place above actual experience)

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