The Art of DeconstructingA Poem by CinnamonAlla
I saw it in a magazine,
on a gloomy indoors night. The art of deconstructing; I read the article. It took things apart, but didn't place them back together. Deconstructing, where taking apart someone's soul becomes as easy as unscrewing a box. Deconstructing, we take each part and lay it tidily over a white table. And we do too, deconstruct. Like children unhappy of their building blocks masterpiece, we fall apart. Everything we ever thought we were goes away with a blow of the wind. We dissect our minds, and become like all the others, broken, empty. We deconstruct and build ourselves upon society's stereotypes. We mow our lawn of personality, all of our flowers gone. Crushes, smashes, sounds of death. We have become like all the others. The art of deconstructing, or as they call it, the Art of tiding up.
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Added on January 4, 2014Last Updated on January 4, 2014 AuthorCinnamonAllaBath, Somerset, United KingdomAbout"She was a curious girl, a wanderer, who spent her summers chasing fluttering pieces of prose and eating strawberries." - Michael Faudet, Strawberries more..Writing
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