My Borders Of Reality Poem by Lauren Kiczula

My Borders Of Reality



Most of the time I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead I walk the knifes edge one little slip and I fall off. Th borders of my Reality are constantly shifting one moment feeling so solid then next like water only so thin there is no use in even trying to swim so instead I brush my blonde hair and cover the scars and make sure no one can tell what goes on inside my mind.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Afzal Shauq 31 January 2010

interesting and quite impressive..loved it 10/10

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Michael Harmon 06 August 2009

Your biography, Lauren, states: 'If you have any advice/ wisdom please do share.' So, I will take you up on that, at least regarding this particular piece. 'Most of the time I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead'. If you're not sure, I would suggest that only the living are not sure (this is my opinion, anyway) . 'make sure no one can tell what goes on inside my mind.' If that is so, then I would suggest that you find another avocation than poetry, since writing poetry does, to some extent (and not necessarily in any 'confessional' way) , mean you are expressing what is going on inside your mind. That is one of the aspects to writing, and not just poetry. The above piece is written, more or less, as a 'prose poem'. The theme(s) you touch on have significance. Even though I may sound critical, I would suggest you continue writing, to find your most authentic voice. For poets, this does not always come instantly. Sometimes, it needs time and effort to find. :)

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