Reality | Teen Ink


February 21, 2013
By TheCapturedBat GOLD, Belen, New Mexico
TheCapturedBat GOLD, Belen, New Mexico
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Favorite Quote:
If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
-- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Reality is a ripple
On a mirror
Stolen from a memory
Dreaming on the edge of sleep
Trickles and trickles
Rubbing gently
Just like always
Experience is a slow tapping
On the window of the soul
A doorbell breaking the silence
Starting from a sleepy state
Where all is gossamer
Happiness is a forgetful place
That remembers all
Kiss pressed to forehead
Gnetle music and meaningless song
Spring breeze touching the past
Goodnight and wait for morning

The author's comments:
Another rough poem that I wrote on impulse. I suppose I was trying to capture the way being alive feels to me.

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