Mystery Girl


Mystery Girl

Hello my mystery girl, 
How far does the wind blow
From me to you? 
Beyond from what is new & old, 
Only curiosity can really tell our
Story, a story of new-day thoughts. 
It's as if we've known each other
For so long, even though not a day
Has gone by. 
You've fallen within my digitalized 
Hands, though still curious of where
They've been & who I am exactly, vice versa. 
You've struggled within life, not exactly
Knowing where you are, or who you know, 
But still partaking in the knowledge of 
Life, which only consumes your own mind. 
I know, if I was to be forgotten, that 
It would persist the detrimental feelings
Raging between our wantings of real friendship. 
I guess, after knowing the "Baby Girl" that
All else knows about, that I remain curious
Of you, & will remain curious because of 
My love to really meet those that are the 
Opposite of what we acknowledge within society. 
So please don't be afraid, for I am just
As curious as you are towards me, 
My mystery girl.

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Tempy commented on Mystery Girl


I enjoyed your poem. it was a great read and I imagine a great write. ~!very intriguing

kmooney commented on Mystery Girl


Nice piece my friend. Welcome to the site. Understand you are somewhat new here. Maleficent sent me. Your name suggests you may have a political edge to your work. I am from a similar mold. I have several political works on this site. I liked Mystery Girl. It has an flair of confidence to it that pleases me. It flows nicely and has good cadence. I have a somewhat similar poem only my style is much different than yours. Read Cyber Queen and the Please Listen. These 2 of mine should peek your interest. If you really want to see what I'm about, read Poignantly Calm and The Paradox of Oz. Looking forward to reading more of your work. My name is Kevin. Thanks for sharing... K

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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