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welcome to the world of make-believe...
by Melinda Sordinoi pretend i am
an author or poet;
a lover of words.
i whore myself out to them,
but like most whores
i get nothing in return.
i cover my flesh
in ludicrous words
and feel supercilious;
a pompus smile maintains
the vulger charade.
i believe myself to be
philanthropic-
helping others with imagry.
but in the dark,
scared and alone.
words i flaunt
fall meaningless to the floor,
leaving me naked
and self-effacing
in the presence of the
repungent monsters of my mind. 08/04/2005 Posted on 08/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Melinda Sordino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/04/05 at 09:31 PM Melinda you've exposed the dichotomy in all writers, otherwise known as that nasty internal critic. S1 establishes the narrator's internal relationship with words. S2 brings those feelings out into the open. S3 is the self-doubt of the truth. S4 & 5 are the reality - "I'm not as great as I pretend to be. I'm just like the cowardly lion." While your words may appear to be a put-down, they actually say "please notice me, I need your attention - please validate me - I can't do it on my own."
~Chelle~ |
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