her hands
flutter like a bird
pulling
at tangled hair
her eyes
dangle in their socket
weaving
from one object to the next
her mind
split in half
knows not whether she exist
she walks
the streets
waiting
wandering
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Wandering
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these are words that I write. enjoy. 
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i really enjoyed how you use only a few words per line..
not at all the style i choose, i try and use as many words as possible but still trying to maintain cadence and flow..
but this one stood out for that reason..
good work:)
I really enjoyed these words and am super excited about your new project.
Your style is so different from mine, but written in such a way that I could completely relate to it and the emotions that reverberate from it.
wow lissa that was a stretch for you... and a beautiful stretch i might add.....
I must have gone a different way than the others because I feel a bit sad when I read this because I think of a woman who's lost her way and wandering the streets to find some sort of purpose in life. But, I agree, whatever the meaning of this piece you have certainly written it in a nice way. Thanks for sharing. Have a nice day.
michelle, that was exactly where I was going, someone who has lost her purpose, somewhat unable to find that purpose again
thanks everyone for visiting.
her mind
split in half
knows not whether she exist
Love these lines. It's something I think about a lot which probably shows the state of my mind, and am fashioning a novel around
The poem is so sparse and telling. It is enjoyable for the beauty of the words
I love it.
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Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor, best known for his Meditations on Stoic philosophy, AD 121-180)