My Other Half

August 15, 2011
By Harebelle GOLD, Vancouver, Other
Harebelle GOLD, Vancouver, Other
14 articles 1 photo 121 comments

The days fly past
like birds outside my window.
Do they feel their lives
slipping by?
Do they molt their fledgling feathers
and think: that part of my life
is gone?
Do they mourn over these feathers;
mourn over that
which will never be again?
Or do they just
leave their worries with the wind,
fly with their instincts,
passing the same window
over and over again
but never looking back?

I feel time slipping by
watch the hours tick away
think: that didn’t feel like an hour
a day a week a year.
The time has vanished.
But I know it’s there.
Like warped mirrors, I know
my face is not that narrow
but my fingers fit around it.
Where did the other part
of my face go? It’s just an
illusion. Or is it?
How do I know the difference
between real and illusion?
And I can’t wrap my fingers
around time.

I study a balloon as it floats past
alone in someone’s birthday party
I wonder, if someone popped it:
would it be a relief?
A sigh?
A release of pressure?
Or would it be
just a jab of pain then
nothing?



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on Aug. 20 2011 at 7:15 pm
Danealle SILVER, Wheeling, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Anything is possible with a smile and goal in mind.

So amazing!

on Aug. 20 2011 at 2:07 pm
CarrieAnn13 GOLD, Goodsoil, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." --Douglas Adams

"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." --Marcus Aurelius

Beautiful!  I love the premise of your poem.  Good work! :)

Harebelle GOLD said...
on Aug. 20 2011 at 10:46 am
Harebelle GOLD, Vancouver, Other
14 articles 1 photo 121 comments
Thank you so much!

Harebelle GOLD said...
on Aug. 20 2011 at 10:46 am
Harebelle GOLD, Vancouver, Other
14 articles 1 photo 121 comments
Thanks...yeah I was a bit worried about that!

on Aug. 19 2011 at 8:06 pm
BorderlineGenius777 SILVER, Lewiston, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
"If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence everyone must take an equal portion, most would be content to take their own and depart."- Socrates

. i truly enjoyed this. when i read poetry, i like to feel something; love, heartbreak, angst, sadness, happieness... you get the point. and i did feel something as i read this. wonderful job.

Saphiria said...
on Aug. 18 2011 at 12:37 pm
Saphiria, Port Moody, Other
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Definitely not too emo :P I love the bird analogy!! you did a great job!


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