we are all representations of what people want us to be


Caricature


Unreal, so I'm told
Friend to everyone
Functioning at extremes
A volcano, plus eruption silent
peaking slowly, sudden bang
Talking, more than should be said
Misreading all that should be read
Bubble-drawn, no straight lines
Larger than life
Dragging those I care about down
This isn't going to end.
I am drawn by others' pens
I am uniquely failing
Finding new ways to run,
New ways of heightening.
And sure, I get words, smiles from all
But whether in pity or agreeance is unknown
For now my ink is fading
And the world's rolling down the hill



Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 04:11

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Saga
It's sad. In the beginning, we are all representatives of ourselves until we tire and become either too soon or too late. Honesty is truly a lonely word in this light. Truthful, very truthful.
2006-09-20


Kathy Lockhart
Hello, my first read of your poetry. I will be back again and again. This grabbed me with the title. Am I looking in a mirror? kathy
2006-09-20


Zachary P. B.
i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this i love this

my goodness...

i totally connect with this one, i mean, we act like people want us to, we're too afraid to be real, we're just puppets, actors... not people...

so very realistic... bookmarked. =)

z
2006-09-20