TITLE (EDIT) Gazing Through My Window Of Glass, A Collection
DESCRIPTION Gazing Through My Window Of Glass - This poem describes the turmoil and confusion of a 12 year old girl, searching for her identity in middle school. Like many young people trying to fit in, she hides her true feelings deep inside, behind her window of glass. [161 words] A Sea Called Despair - It is a poem wondering about why people inflict such pain on others just to make themselves feel better. [133 words] Lost... - This is a short poem that tries to describe the questons of life that can sometimes make us want to go crazy from curiousity. [70 words] Love To Live... Live To Love... - This poem is ment to be seen as a variety of things, mostly just getting to the point that no matter what struggling your doing,pull through! life is worth the fight! [127 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Maggie is a thirteen-year old student, who enjoys field hockey, skiing and hanging out with her friends. She is an avid writer, who often captures in words, the wide range of emotions that many young people struggle with, while growing up and trying to fit into the world. I don't necessarily write about how I feel, mostly about how others might feel. [November 1999]
Gazing Through My Window Of Glass, A Collection Maggie Carter
I listen to her voice echo through my head.
I feel the warmth of her breath as she exhales.
I see her hands, writing
this very note of depression.
Sometimes,
it is her thoughts that I am hearing in my head,
and not those of my own.
I blink when she does.
I shiver when she does.
And although she is me,
I am not her.
I will never be her.
I am nothing more than a watcher,
merely gazing through a window of glass
at this girl, and her world of lies.
What I am peering at,
I shall never be,
for I do not feel the emotions, she feels.
When she is happy, I feel numb.
When she is excited or angry or confused,
I still sit here,
watching,
lost of all feeling.
So I am not her and couldnt be,
For as much as I might look like her,
behind this mask is nothing more
than an actress.
An actress, playing a simple role as myself,
inside my window of glass.
She is me.
I am not her.
A Sea Called Despair
Do they know of the pain I hide?
Can they see it?
Can they see past my plastered smile,
into my sea of despair buried deep within?
Unwanted names, unwanted taunts.
What for?
Nothing more than a mere cover up,
for their own self-assurance.
Can they sense my thoughts of confusion?
in a world so big yet,
so small in my eyes.
Thousands of emotions lost deep inside each of us.
Am I the only one that feels these?
Am I the only one with enough vision,
to see through to their self-absorbed lives
and their ridicule?
Into the lives of these followers,
these clones,
trying harder and harder to be like the next
What for?
Why do we imprison ourselves in a pool of lies,
in which there will come a time
when we shall drown from our own shallowness?
Lost in My Own Secrets and Lies
The only thing that keeps me sane,
is my life of insanity.
Alone in the World.
Confused in my mind.
Abandoned by God.
I wonder about the unknown and the unexplained.
Will there come a time when I shall have the answers to all my questions?
Or perhaps the answers lie hidden,
amongst me already.
Isolated and trapped.
Falling deeper and deeper into one's soul in which one might never be free...
Love To Live... Live To Love...
Falling...falling deeper and deeper into
the dark pit that keeps expanding winder and wider.
Dragged down into the still black waters of the pit.
Held...held under...unable to breathe ... struggling ... fighting ... words, thoughts,
pictures and emotions all race frantically through my head.
No, no this cant be right.
I wont let this happen.
I can take control of this, its not real, its not real.
For what I think is real is only a trick played by my imagination.
Rocketing higher and higher.
Soaring through the icy cool liquid,
I break free! Air! oh precious air. Life!
I rise higher and higher towards the heavens until happiness over flows me,
until the black still water and the dreary dark pit are gone,
until they are just a lost thought from the past...
READER'S REVIEWS (6) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Maggie, don't ever, ever stop writing. At twelve, you have a way of conveying your emotions so maturely. I also started writing at twelve, now nineteen, I'm struggling to decide to keep writing. This is a result of people telling me that writing is a hobby, not an occupation. IT CAN BE YOUR WORK!! The more you write, the better you will get! Please submit more and I promise to critique all I see! GREAT JOB!" -- Lola, CS, Texas, USA.
"Excellent writing. Very descriptive, very moving. Keep it up." -- Lady May, New Ulm, MN, USA.
"Very Deep. It caused me to look into myself as well to see if I had a glass window too. It's good Maggie, very good. You cause your reader to question themselves in your style of writing. Captivating." -- Kathryn Ralistonne, Hunt Valley, MD, USA.
"Never stop writing. You really have a gift for words, and at twelve now, you will no doubt have a future as a writer. Excellent work!" -- Christina Voigt, Brookings, Oregon, USA.
"it sucks" -- rose, chicago, IL.
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