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StuartR — How to know...?
Published: 2006-05-19 20:01:44 +0000 UTC; Views: 182; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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Are they watching me?Do their eyes turn, and flick back?
Does their laughter envelope me? Follow me.
Does it?
How to know, if their warm ways and smiling eyes are true.
Or does their laughter run black and thick with distaste,
With my abscence.
Words once said are but wispy memories, nebulous assurances.
Do they still stand? Are they true with time?
As creepers of paranoia eat at the walls of friendship,
How to KNOW?
How to think clearly, of love, with those rumours, dark wispers.
How to know...?
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Thank you so much! It took quite a bit out of me to write it lol
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italiano no problem! the poem deserves it.
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Heh, agreed with everything Fran said.
I get this feeling a lot, too. I'm not exactly bullied, but you wouldn't say I'm really in with the popular kids-- which can be troubling at times, since they take up most of my classes and are all friends amongst themselves. They're usually pretty nice to me, but sometimes I can't help but think they're faking; after all, I've heard them talking behind the backs of people I see them being nice to at other times. Why would I be any different?
This poems really captures that feeling of uncertainty and (once again, crediting Fran) paranoia. As the narrator asks, "How to know...?" There never seems to be any way of knowing if they're really your friends.
My favourite line: "As creepers of paranoia eat at the walls of friendship..." It presents a great, though unsettling, image to the mind's eye of horrific black insects covering and consuming what would otherwise be good and pure.
<3
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Well, i don't really care what most people think, or at least i tell myself that lol but, becuase i got bullied back then by people who were supposed to be my friends, and because they could change from one minute to the next, sometimes they'd be the coolest people ever, next minute they're a bunch of arseholes, well... it's not so much just anyone i get this sort of paranoia about, but my closest friends, and people i actually like or respect. I don't know if that's the same or others or not.
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Hm.... I used to have that fear, mainly because I would occasionally do the very same thing. If I could talk about my friends behind their backs, why couldn't they do the same to me? But the longer I got to know my friends, the more faithful I was to them, and hopefully them to me.
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Words once said are but wispy memories, nebulous assurances.
Do they still stand? Are they true with time?
As creepers of paranoia eat at the walls of friendship,
amazing. nebulous = great word. brava, brava, bravissima!
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Hehe, thank you, and thank you for the random Italian on the end their!
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I like this piece very much. It strikes home for me, I still get bullied, by pretty much everyone, even people I don't know.
I like the sense of the paranoia, the questions and the truth behind it. It's an instant favourite in my books. I can't be very critiqual cause I'm not very good at that unless it's my own work so, sorry, but I can only say my thoughts on how much I enjoyed reading this short, to the point piece.
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Thank you very much. It's sad that anyone has to get bullied, i shouldn't have been able to write this, and you shouldn't have been able to relate to it in an ideal world.
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Heh, I'm used to it. (My teachers say I 'shouldn't have to have gotten used to it' but it doesn't matter. It makes us stronger. I swear it does. I still like it.
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