forehead pressed against
a cold window
my breath creating a fog
until it gets so misty
that my eyes start to feel lost
forehead pressed against
a cold window
creating my own fog
I pull back
and scribble words on it
on the picturesque light frost
it looks beautiful
my reflection
showing against the words I write
my scribbled memories
I keep writing on the mist
about the world
about wrong and about right
I write my life out in a song
my fingers feel cool and moist
I finish up and I pull back
to see the fog that gave me a voice
to see my master creation
to see that the edges are already gone
to see that its starting to fade
edges getting wetter
as I stare at it - withdrawn
my creationis already dispelling
around the edges
fading seemingly fast
all I can do
is sit and stare
and wonder how long this can last
I keep reading whatever is left
my words escaping seemingly slow
barely noticeable how much it's faded
until I can't make out my words any more
can't make out my words any more














Devious Comments
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Ashley
Reminds me of how I draw and write and write stuff on the mirror after a shower. ^^ I draw a lot of random stuff and make designs, so when I come out, my mom's like, "How do you make those patterns?!"
I think this poem might belong in Human Nature. Maybe.
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always waiting. always.
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love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
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love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
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Vote Earth! =]
*zahra decalres publicily that sadia is better than cecelia ahern*
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**tHe aRt-A-bEll@**
*If tommorow doesn't come, i at least want to live today to it's fullest*
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always waiting. always.
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**tHe aRt-A-bEll@**
*If tommorow doesn't come, i at least want to live today to it's fullest*
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always waiting. always.
loool. better than cecelia aherrnn? hah. XD [fails the attempt to think up witty remark]
Ooooo. You analyzed it. The poem. I just left it up to the reader to interpret what the message of this piece is cause I think it can mean several different things and blah blah blah blah :blah:.
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love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
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love, and life, and chocolate (but not dark), and orange, and green, and indigo, and heartbreak, and flying, and dreams, and muffins, and ducks, and living in a fantasy.
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