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Various Poetry Works by Refia
Please do not steal! I worked very hard on these. These are my heart, soul, and mind poured into works. If you aren't original enough to write your own poetry and steal others', then you don't deserve to have the ability to write at all.
Dread
Treading an endless forest
- Alone.
Tender paths almost unscathed.
True breaths taken,
The wind unfolding
- Two steps.
All that it takes.
A twig broken under a foot.
- Snap.
A world destroyed,
A life destroyed.
- By you.
Creeping silence surrounds
- Screaming.
Calling in pain, the stick.
Created the pain.
- You have.
...but can you hear it?
Fear of Rejection
The media.
What
Does
It
Say
About
You?
Always too fat.
Always too thin.
Not enough makeup.
Too dark of skin.
Where
Did
I
Go
Wrong?
Middle School.
High school.
Years that kill.
They did it.
They made me a monster.
The
Monster
That
Lives
Under
Your
Bed.
Be afraid.
These looks can kill.
The truth - Unspeakable.
A doll.
Am I your doll?
A pretty girl.
Her movements.
They are frozen.
No voice.
No will.
Her body.
Owned by another.
Cannot lie.
Cannot speak.
Her mouth.
Has a permanent smile.
Her dress.
Her socks.
Frills and laces.
The fabric cages.
An eternal face.
An enclosed smile.
Will not speak.
Will not cry.
This doll witnessed.
A crime.
It cannot speak.
It cannnot try.
Please do not steal! I worked very hard on these. These are my heart, soul, and mind poured into works. If you aren't original enough to write your own poetry and steal others', then you don't deserve to have the ability to write at all.
Dread
Treading an endless forest
- Alone.
Tender paths almost unscathed.
True breaths taken,
The wind unfolding
- Two steps.
All that it takes.
A twig broken under a foot.
- Snap.
A world destroyed,
A life destroyed.
- By you.
Creeping silence surrounds
- Screaming.
Calling in pain, the stick.
Created the pain.
- You have.
...but can you hear it?
Fear of Rejection
The media.
What
Does
It
Say
About
You?
Always too fat.
Always too thin.
Not enough makeup.
Too dark of skin.
Where
Did
I
Go
Wrong?
Middle School.
High school.
Years that kill.
They did it.
They made me a monster.
The
Monster
That
Lives
Under
Your
Bed.
Be afraid.
These looks can kill.
The truth - Unspeakable.
A doll.
Am I your doll?
A pretty girl.
Her movements.
They are frozen.
No voice.
No will.
Her body.
Owned by another.
Cannot lie.
Cannot speak.
Her mouth.
Has a permanent smile.
Her dress.
Her socks.
Frills and laces.
The fabric cages.
An eternal face.
An enclosed smile.
Will not speak.
Will not cry.
This doll witnessed.
A crime.
It cannot speak.
It cannnot try.
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Various Poetry Works by Refia
Please do not steal! I worked very hard on these. These are my heart, soul, and mind poured into works. If you aren't original enough to write your own poetry and steal others', then you don't deserve to have the ability to write at all.
Poetry a la Refia. This is the first time I have ever shown anyone else my poetry. No one else has ever known I write poetry, let alone seen it.
Please GIVE THE HARSHEST CRITIQUING YOU CAN! I need to improve with my poetry, imo. Complements are nice, but you need critiques to improve. Complements are the not right kind of cheese to make the cheesecake of epic poetry. You need the stinky soft cheese of critique to make the perfect cheesecake of epic poetry.
...was that a cool nonsense metaphor, or what?
These poems © Refia//Me
Notes
I suck. at. titles.
Dread: My best poem so far, in my opinion. I like this one. I attempted to make the symbolism heavy in this one. I hid a few messages for the world in this piece. I hope you understand them, because I'm not explaining.
Fear of Rejection: Past experiences are fun, yes? Fueled by criticism, blah, blah, blah. I really like this style of poetry. With the ....what would you call it.... "Staircasing?"
The truth - Unspeakable.: More of the symbolism and criticism. I tried to convey the message of this poem as strong as I could. Attempting a new style with this one...
Please do not steal! I worked very hard on these. These are my heart, soul, and mind poured into works. If you aren't original enough to write your own poetry and steal others', then you don't deserve to have the ability to write at all.
Poetry a la Refia. This is the first time I have ever shown anyone else my poetry. No one else has ever known I write poetry, let alone seen it.
Please GIVE THE HARSHEST CRITIQUING YOU CAN! I need to improve with my poetry, imo. Complements are nice, but you need critiques to improve. Complements are the not right kind of cheese to make the cheesecake of epic poetry. You need the stinky soft cheese of critique to make the perfect cheesecake of epic poetry.
...was that a cool nonsense metaphor, or what?
These poems © Refia//Me
Notes
I suck. at. titles.
Dread: My best poem so far, in my opinion. I like this one. I attempted to make the symbolism heavy in this one. I hid a few messages for the world in this piece. I hope you understand them, because I'm not explaining.
Fear of Rejection: Past experiences are fun, yes? Fueled by criticism, blah, blah, blah. I really like this style of poetry. With the ....what would you call it.... "Staircasing?"
The truth - Unspeakable.: More of the symbolism and criticism. I tried to convey the message of this poem as strong as I could. Attempting a new style with this one...
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