Life On Paper

by Sarah   Jul 30, 2009


Crumpled, Creased, Ripped.
This is my life on paper.
Where then, are my Hopes,
My Dreams and my Aspirations?

They are waiting for you
Waiting for me-
To let you in.

So, lets say,
I let you in.

I let you in
And you take my paper-
So gently.

Just as it is
Crumpled, Creased, Ripped.

The writing seen on the outside
Nothing but scribbles to your eyes.

You see the words, this nonsense
Somehow, you want more.

Your words tug on my crumples.
Your voice pulls on my creases.
Your touch tapes my rips.

Until there's nothing left of my paper
Except one open sheet.

One beautiful sheet.
Just as you had always imagined.
Full of things clearly written.

My Hopes, Dreams, and Aspirations

And-
Just like that.
You see me.
See me for all that I am.

Yet, you like it.
You are not afraid.
You yearn for more.

As you hand me your paper.
Crumpled, Creased, Ripped.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Max Krakers

    Lovely poem, it thought it was a great way to discribe how we need other people

  • 15 years ago

    by Sarah

    Aw! Well thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's actually one of my least favorites.

  • 15 years ago

    by She Loves Me She Loves Me Not

    "Your words tug on my crumples.
    Your voice pulls on my creases.
    Your touch tapes my rips.

    Until there's nothing left of my paper
    Except one open sheet.

    One beautiful sheet.
    Just as you had always imagined.
    Full of things clearly written.

    My Hopes, Dreams, and Aspirations

    And-
    Just like that.
    You see me.
    See me for all that I am.

    Yet, you like it.
    You are not afraid.
    You yearn for more."

    I absolutely adore this poem!! Just the use of imagery is really amazing, to describe everyone written down on paper. So when it's all straightened out and mended, they can see your true beauty.

    5/5 && I've favourite'd your poem

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