Holy....crap....what do you do to me????

I dont even know where to start...how about the beginning? lmao.

so that opening is stunning...realllly got me picturing, and wondering where you wanted to go with this. loved your metaphor....

My favorite line was the backroads of a dusty canyon...holy crap, if thats not an amazing metaphor for someone who wants to be forgotten and not seen I dont know what is...that is awesome!!!...

I have an answer to your question Maryanne.

Your speech doesnt reflect your poetry because you lack confidence. Point blank. and You realllly need to stop...because you are soooooo smart its crazy, conversations we had when we hung out wre so fun, seeing you join our air guirtar band at the zoo was awesome. Look how much fun you have chatting and hanging with others when you stop caring what other people think?

I totally get it though. I dated a shy guy and I told him "asking you to be less shy is like asking me not to be outgoing."..which wont happen because thats just how i am and thats how he was....but he worked on it because he didnt like being shy and always feeling judged, when really no one was judiging him, we wanted him to open up...have fun...

same for you...youre so awesome, talented, smart, embrace it and let others see it!!

Loved your ending, loved your title...I'm totally in love with this all.

"Why can't my speech flow like the verses of my poetry". I think you are the best person to answer this. May be you are afraid to bite out words; that shouldn't be. You have your hands, you have your mouth: it is the strongnest of your hand dat help in cascading down the thought inside you into a readable form. So what you need to express your thought verbally is just to equip your mouth with weapons of fear destruction. Nice job.

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^ Just going with the flow ;p

That's such a flawless piece, my friend.

Loved it! Very different from others I've read on here. Please keep writing.

Judging comments:

"The picture in MaryAnnes mind that she used as a footnote in the bottom of the poem was truly inspiring, and she marked it well within her poem here. "Why can't my speech flow like the verses of my poetry?
I am the farthest from grace but when the moon
unveils its age, my hands unfold themselves and
write,"

I'm a huge fan of her poetry, so I can only imagine knowing how wonderful her words are that it isn't the same when she speaks -- these words are always so carefully placed and well thought out. I also love the part about being farthest from grace, and the moon revealing it's age is really a beautiful thought and image. I love how her metaphors truly come to life like no other. I've read this poem over and over and get a new and different feeling every time. Truly, truly wonderful!"

Judging comment:

""Sometimes I wonder if I'm only good for keeping my face expressionless,"
Wow. What a fantastic opening! So much meaning and emotion in this line alone that I can't help but to be instantly hooked into this poem. I find this line so true, we all put on a façade at some time or other, we're all guilty of hiding our emotions and thoughts and this captures that so perfectly.
"Why can't my speech flow like the verses of my poetry?"
Easily my favourite line of the poem. I believe this is something many of us can relate to. In our writings our deepest thoughts become unravelled and are left on show for everyone to see, but to merely tell another person our deepest desires or fears strikes fear into most of us and is something many of us find incredibly difficult to do.
When I first began reading I was unsure what the poem in its entirety was about and then I got to the note at the end. That coupled with the line "I mutter,"I surrender"..." killed me emotionally. We all suffer being judged at some point, we are guilty of judging others ourselves too and we never really stop to focus on what this does to each other emotionally. That line alone made me think on how someone's judgement could negatively affect those people that aren't that strong emotionally and what consequences could potentially happen from this.

A beautiful, thought provoking and moving write. "