Friday, November 25, 2011

Poem "cursed be I"

Maybe every writer is
indefinitely, absolutely
and ultimately
detached
from the human race

maybe that is the price you pay
to write

I find myself becoming a mirror to the world
a perfectly reflective surface,
which shows no external features to the onlooker,
in which all light is unsuspectingly caught
until I let it go

However, unbeknownst to you,
my mirror is a distorting mirror,
imaging the world in the physical rules of my mind

I am a polarising filter to humanity
and my writing
is the wave of light
that I finally release into the World

3 comments:

  1. WOW BEAUTIFUL it makes me think about writers in general I mean how maybe they are in there own world and detached from the real world I think every writers well most go into there own world or mind and there writing is like light when they finally release it on paper it becomes light parallel to the world my opinion anyway? what did you mean by writing this if you don't mind me asking?

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    1. Exactly like you said. I think every writer takes the world that exist and twist it to their will which then turn into writing.

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    2. YES YES exactly what I mean't I believe that is indeed what writers do go into there own world and when they come up with there beautiful Ideas they let it go into there writing and twist it to there will

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