by Quietly Versed   Jan 14, 2009

We too, are literate,
We pose our-self by candlelight,
Filtered flickers of character read out of context.

Placed on the shelf of Amnesty,
Poised prone to those who may read us.
Our stories tainted by the hands of another.

Collectively we forge some epic novel,
Your manuscript brings a quaint friendship.
The oil from your skin marks the page of comprehension.
You read me as if to write the next chapter.

And you, bound in irresistible Silhouette.
I cannot put you down,
Your text is addictive.

I subscribe to this foreign emotion,
As I turn down this wrinkled parchment,
The place I find while inside of you,
My favorite page of life.


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  • 9 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This free verse is very popular you should considrrt ciberwit unless you what to self pormote . The secrect i want to tell you is be availble as am does not mean sails

  • 9 years ago

    by kate

    This was very unique I really liked how you wrote this poem, I mean life is like a book, our favorite chapter is life. :] I really liked this one and you have amazing creative ideas.

    keep it up.
    keep on writing.
    love always and forever.

  • 9 years ago

    by Faithless

    Wow certainly tis is gonna be one of my favourite poem. I think that your idea was very original using a novel as a metaphor of your life & frienship.The vocabs that you used was really superb too, as it enhances the story line that you want to portray. It certainly is a beautifully poem and it was a delightful to read.Keep up the great writting

    Excellent Job
    5/5 from me