Another installment of late night poetry. This one is incredibly rough but I like where its headed. Please share your thoughts. Im looking through the eyes of someone else. This person that I am is a fake to feed my need to belong. Like a class spelling bee trophy on a shelf. I will be overlooked like the lyrics of a pop song. However I refuse to be forgotten because I am like a camera. One that takes photos of the little moments and shares them to the ones who helped create them. Because I rather have a scar that tells a tale, than a car to get some tail. I rather walk the world with dirty shoes than never leave the house with clean ones. the dirt represents countless stories, ones that sleep with the moon and rise with the sun. Ones that help create tears, then helps wipe them away. Ones that help you leave when youre forced to stay. Id rather all this, but I am not me. I am what other people created me to be. I am a shell of a soul that cries to be free, but I keep it in its cage, so the world cant see. Ive lost the key to the cage, its hidden within my mind. A place so vast its going to be hard to find. But with the helps of my camera and dirty shoes, I will look for it, singing a pop song to which the lyrics I never knew.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 07:32:26 +0000
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