Look at me! complicated, and challenging, emotionally aloof as to my own rewards, coflicted and narrow minded, speechless at the wrong times, and to no avail much to vocal at others.
Ghostly shadows of angry past lives, and my future is stained by the blood of my mistakes, I drag a sword which used to be light as a feather but now heavier than the sins I carry around my waist, flickering images bold, reads in my pupils yet the knots in my hair pulsate with things to say.
See me!; a stranger in the crowd and crowded by strangers always a story untold but in my face, and my face alone tells it all, and though I have an out of body experience, I am grounded by the weight of these faces, the glint in my own sunrise is darkened by what I am; aloof.
Does she not know there will be stories written of her; for her face does not echo it. Can she see into my soul, though my palms try frantically to shield it. Does she not see through what has been brighter than opagued for ever? Does she...can she not sense her own? Loud, giggly, pretender, soft, prissy, feminine, bold, determined, shy, and anxious. Watcher, unperfectly made, but watched. bloody, and angry, pacifist, yet fighter, hurt and yet a vivid masochist, fashionable and dowdy and naked..and aloof. Simple, and intricate, devinely engineered, yet faulty every time-aloof.
origianal works
by
Monika Veliz
