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First Impressions (subtitle 1)

The soul could disappear and I doubt anyone would notice.

Does it matter if people are cruel - if they take advantage of others?

As kind as I am it doesn’t matter to him.

Getting to know people takes too much time - this world is impatient.

Money, Desire, Looks.

First impressions are often the most important.

People will paint a picture of who you are, and it forever stays…

Perpetual.

Everlasting.

Most often this reproduction has no likeness to you at all.



A wall covered with paint so evenly spread, but for some reason it looks dishonest.

The colour’s too bland, the lines too perfect.

No one can be that flawless and clean.

I tried to maim it by streaking it with uneven strokes of my own,

Bright and rich colours. Yellow and purple - but the wall remained white.



They may stare smiling, or saying an awkward hello, but do they care?

Do they want to know you.

They never ask what you’re favourite colour is…

It doesn’t matter that you’re eyes are a dirty grey when it’s cold,

Or sea green when you cry;

This world is too full of tears already,

why would they want to pay attention to the ones streaming down your face?





Hypocritical Hopes [Impressions Part 2] [subtitle 2]



Laughter and voices; toasts of champagne, assortments’ of different treats.

Caviar. Brie cheese. Fruit.

I open the front door swiftly relishing the cool air on my face.

Snowflakes pattern the ground and my pointed designer heels fill with dampness.

The sky’s clear and black.

It gives the wrong impression of blankness.



I feel more full when outside in these empty streets than inside the warm crowded house.

The false demeanour disgusts me.

Reputation, expensive clothes.

The crack of a bottle of champagne and the cackling laughter interrupts my bliss.



Outside is the real world - dead branches sparkle with frost, their clothed for the winter.

However much I retch at the thought of the material minds of those inside; I cannot blame them for their ignorance.

Look at what we have become.

Am I the only one that see’s this? Or the only one that doesn’t see what they all do?



Perhaps I am a late bloomer - the last bud in the spring waiting for the sun to warm me for the first time.

Or, could it be that I am not a bud at all, not beautiful or elegant like the rest,

A weed that has been forgotten; that should be destroyed before I obliterate the garden.



The selfishness of it all -The desperation to be recognized.

There are so many questions to be asked but no-one interested enough to listen,

So instead I let myself be consumed by pointless talk and belief.

Hoping hypocritically that I can blend in with the garden,

And disguise myself as a beautiful yellow flower instead of a dandelion valueless and insignificant.




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kari-kiwi said...
Jun. 29, 2010 at 2:36 am:
This is one of my favorite poems that i've read on teenink! you have the guts to say what many people probably don't have the courage to say, all in all a great poem!
 
laurap replied...
Jun. 29, 2010 at 2:45 pm :
Thank You, I really appreciate the comments :)
 
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MollyRuth A. said...
Oct. 15, 2009 at 8:41 am:
This poem is absolutely amazing... amazing says it all, i totally love it, one sentecne flows to the next, and just the initial idea, you write beautifully, dont stop! p.s. thanks for the comment on my poem! :) <3 great job!
 
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Jeanie said...
Sept. 9, 2009 at 10:53 pm:
This was beautifully written & very moving. How true the words are in this materialistic world
 
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lpanopoulos said...
Sept. 7, 2009 at 2:16 pm:
thank you! :)
 
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Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 6, 2009 at 2:40 pm:
Its not often that you find a poem written with such a graceful maturity. Your words possess a flow. Its quite beautiful to read. I really enjoy your work. Not many can say so much with so little. Can sum up years of philosophy and mislead thoughts to a couple dozen lines, and be completely understood. Marvelous job.
God bless,
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lpanopoulos said...
Sept. 4, 2009 at 9:36 pm:
thank you so much for your comments i really appreciate it :)
 
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Racheal K. said...
Sept. 3, 2009 at 7:28 pm:
I love your poem! It describes a lot of people including me. Keep writing!
 
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Christian T. said...
Sept. 3, 2009 at 5:47 pm:
this is too good for words. I feel like that is so true in a world like this. i feel you. your words reached out to me like...like....it's undescribeable. i just LOVED your poem.
 
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choirchic said...
Sept. 2, 2009 at 8:42 pm:
that was a really good poem. i liked the way it told how most people feel.
 
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