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Does a name define existence?Does a dream define our self?
Does reality exist?
Or does it merely hide the truth?
Because I've looked into the mirror,
And I've tried out my name.
I've stated to myself my dreams.
Yet nothing feels the same.
Does a whisper define a soul?
Does a tear define a moment?
Does this heart of mine truly beat?
Or will it fade away?
Because I've tried to speak,
My voice falling upon the deaf,
I've let myself cry, and then held my breath.
But nothing feels the same.
Does the night define our fear?
Does the light define our god?
Does anything, anymore,
Make any sense at all?
Because I've stepped into the darkness,
And I've lost my guiding light.
Those brilliant sparks of color,
Just never could make things right.
Now nothing feels the same.
Does a mirror define our values?
Does a friend define our hopes?
Does this world around me,
Keep on turning; or does it only spin?
Because I've looked at my reflection,
And met my own gaze, held for a moment,
Then turned to see my friends.
Yet nothing feels the sameβ¦
Since I can see my face; two eyes, a mouth,
And a nose ( I know I see myself).
I recognize that I've still ten fingers,
And all ten toes.
And while I've turned away,
From mocking words,
My heart still is broken,
(I'm but a tattered soul)
I cast a smile; I seem alright,
Yet why can I not see me light?
Why am I so deaf; so blind?
When I see, I hear, I want, I feelβ¦.
Does a name define existence?
(If so, I am real)
Does a dream define reality?
(If so, I am not here)
Does reality exist?
Or does it merely hide the truth?
(If so, all I know are lies)
And nothing will ever be the same,
Because no longer do I exist,
A shadow, a spark, a passing wind,
I am now a part of them.
My reality is forever changed.
When existence is defined,
By something other than a name.
I am lost,
And nothing for me,
Will ever be the same.
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Comments: 9
1. This piece evokes a myriad of feelings: confusion, uncertainty, melancholy, acceptance of being more than just a name without meaning. It speaks to the heart with emotional logic and reasoning.
2. The words of this poem put forth the idea that everything is not as it appears--including reality. It questions the values and "truthes" that have become socially accepted as undeniable by poets of the norm.
3. I personally believe that this work suggests that you are unbiased in your views of life and reality and willing to look at them from points of view that may even seem to be paradoxical; you are a poet.
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I thank you for your input. =3
I never realized that this poem would be as popular as it is..
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Awesome, Cat. You really have a way with words.
1. Questioning. I know it's not exactly a feeling, but it makes you wonder. It gets into your mind and makes you think.
2. The meaning as I see it is basically the same as the person above me, about questioning reality and everything in it.
3. Personal interpretation, hmm. It's similar to the meaning that I find in it, that you're questioning yourself and everything you know and you arrive at a conclusion that is different than what you had thought before.
Sorry. I'm really not good at this. Critique or whatever isn't my thing. xD
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Thanks, Val, and yes, Questioning is a perfectly understandable feeling to be invoked. To question one's reality... Hehe, I've done so many times but I've never put it into words.
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1. This piece evokes feelings of disconnect and yet, I feel completely known. Its like you were speaking words from my own mind, which I truly enjoyed. I feel closer to you, stranger, through this work.
2. I see the meaning as one of pondering reality, questioning it. It is a bold concept, and one you carried out well. That there are so many questions that are stated mostly to answer themselves shows that you feel you already feel you know the answer, but question it anyways. You are confusedly sure, a contradiction, within these words. At least, that's how I take it =]
3. Personally, I see this work as a stream of consciousness. As you ponder, you write, and you answer yourself. It is a conversation of one mind, and comes full circle in a sad way, but one that does not exclude a hope.
All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed this work =]
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Thank you, I wasn't exactly sure if it made any sense at all, but I'm glad someone understands what I was trying to portray in my words. 'Cause if you think about it, reality isn't happy and pretty, its confusion and disarray as we try and figure out the world around us.
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