We were reflections
of people
of faces
of ideas
Likeness held us together
thought differences would
tear
us apart
No one is
Unique.
Everyone is
uniform
We were like mass producted
products.
Each one recopied
created over multiple times.
Nothing to look at
until
She
came.
.....
Cliff Hanger!
Mainly because I need to think about this 'she' character.
I hope you liked the poem.
Emily
Ugh, I love the picture! And the first four lines are lovely. :)
ReplyDelete- Ellie
Thank you Ellie!
Delete~Emily
We are reflections, aren't we? All copying someone else, slight variations of the same thing. In the very literal sense, this has to do with the Social Survival Mammoth again.
ReplyDeleteBut this is your story. So It's probably not the mammoth.
Right now Im thinking Utopian Society, "She" is the person who comes and changes it all, anarchy spreads due to differences, But "She" figures it all out in the end.
Predicting. Yes. I foresee the future. XD nope.
Yes, I did like it.
Gwen
Thanks Gwen!
DeleteWhen I wrote this poem I first thought utopia, but then I saw some girls trying to be popular and I realized it has a iteral sense too.
~Emily