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Rachel by Rachel C Johnsonis smiling up at you
like you are offering something to her
but your hands are empty;
so unlike her head,
which spirals and curls
its little thoughts into
a frenzya fine frenzy
of all the ones she loves.
Shes thinking about
what youre thinking about
and hoping its something like
I sure do love her smile
but even if it isnt, it makes her happy
to know that maybe
youre thinking of her that way.
And she holds a lot of contempt
toward things you dont understand
because mostly shes always said it
as if they didnt matter.
She likes to play things off
as if theyre pointless,
but really, shes broken up inside.
And someday youll find out
that everything shes told you
was said with false smile
even if you find it more attractive
that way. Shell always tell the truth,
but youll learn in due time
that the lies shes handing out
are all buried in her face.
And you always wondered why
her smile never reached
as deeply in her eyes
like when she looks at you.
04/01/2008 Author's Note: Self-portrait. /I feel iffy about the fourth stanza./
Posted on 04/01/2008 Copyright © 2010 Rachel C Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 04/03/08 at 01:45 AM This is deeply depressing, but thankfully for me I am a fan of deeply depressing. I'm also a fan of stanza four: I like the contrast of "she'll always tell the truth" with "everything she's told you
was said with false smiles". It's like "she" speaks the truth, but not so much aloud. Poignant, and yes, depressing... A rather brilliantly painted portrait as well. Excellent work. |
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