Hello, do you know what my name is? Nevermind it doesn't matter. I saw you looking at me from across the room. I felt like we were playing chess and our board was such a mess. But I cannot seem to trace who had started this game? Was it you? Or was it I? The human mind is so hard to define. What are your goals? Perhaps I already know. Footsteps, footsteps, are you coming closer? Footsteps, footsteps are you moving backward? I watch for the story untold that is worth more than silver or gold.
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Jillian A. Weiss
I'm 24 years old looking to put myself out there as a writer and make my voice heard. I write poetry and fiction. I may branch out into other genres too. If you like my work please leave a tip!
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Fields of Green
I walk through these great fields of green. The wind blows in my face, the birds flying overhead. The sun shines but I have yet to smile in the blanket of nature I find solitude. I close my eyes for just one second, I see every face that has ever crossed my path. I step into the realm of dreams, it is as if I hold a mirror. A mirror that does not reflect myself, but the images of others. We are what we are, no one chooses their gifts, their regrets where they are born. I fear that I can never let go of this mirror it has become a tiresome part of me. Will you look into the mirror that I have for thee?
By Jillian A. Weiss4 years ago in Poets
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