Nothing but Wind.

by flyinginvisible

Published March 21, 2011

The way you move,
Dodging bullets,
Hardly escaping a fall.
But you're gone,
already out the door,
the wind flowing behind you
as if
you were never even there.
A Casper, you think
that you are nothing but that.
There's more to you than they can see.
You're more than dodging,
you've already flown away.

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HelloKitty87
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HelloKitty87 commented Comment · Mar 28, 2011

Cute poem.

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Lavvie
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Lavvie wrote a review Review · Mar 27, 2011

Hi there. Lavvi in to review.

So is this poem depicting wind itself? Personally, that would be really cool if it was. But, I don't think it is. If it is, though, you need to fix a few things.

If the poem is about wind, you should avoid using the word wind in the poem itself. It just puts everything off. If, however, your poem is not about wind...er, it's not going anywhere then. I think it should be about the wind. It'd be really sweet if it was.

I'm thinking when you refer to a Casper, that it's the famed ghost? I've only heard about him, but none of my friends have, or few, at least. Perhaps give a hint to him being a ghost? Not everyone knows who he is :)

Yours,
Lavvi

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ForsakenAngel
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ForsakenAngel wrote a review Review · Mar 25, 2011

Hi, Sakin here! I love this, it has something sweet about it. I'm not sure I've ever read any of your poetry before but this reminds me of something else I've read that I can't seem to remember. Anywho, you are amazing! I love that it's short and sweet, not many people can pull that off, having a poem that's this short, but you seem to be able to handle it extremely well. Well, if you need anything else reviewed, just let me know and I'll be more than happy to take a look at it!

~Forsakinshadow~

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lele253isme
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lele253isme commented Comment · Mar 22, 2011

I really like the way you wrote this. My favorite part is:

There's more to you than they can see.



The ink in which our lives are inscribed is indelible.
— Helena 'HG' Wells, Warehouse 13