A poem about the fact that I create my own words all the time
Language carved out of imagination, Sounding like Blue+Yellow= Green. Thoughts transfered Through speech without any meaning; Like metaphors without the comparisons. Cliches go through rehab And roll off tongues WIth clean veins and new hope for the future. North Philadelphian slang mixed with floetics and a dash of simile-Creating art like Paint on white canvases- Gleaves-speak is like Light beaming,
Peppered with originality and specks of grey cloud,
Whispered on blank loose leaf and Cemented with a Papermates ink. The boiled daydreams Of a kid too unique for his own good,
I think I might have picked up a littler of that somewhere along the way, though i can't imagine how, We've not met! I really like this piece mane, Its fun to read and I can actually imagine that you speak likegat the time. Sweet a*s Write, for sure! The r on the end of little was a slip on the keyboard, but I liked it, so it remains. The "likegat" is one of mine! I call it a "VanDusenelism" THAT PHRASE IS TRADE MARKED AND NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT PERMISSION OUTSIDE OF realmwriter INC. Ok so I kinda stole a line from Talladaga Nights there, my Bad. Love the write, Truely!
"With clean veins and new hope for the future" really touched me because I am a recovering addict. The whole write is very original and well written. Kudos
Hell yeh! Love this......the owrld of the self is a colourful place! When put into words such as this, the reader truly sees how colourful! Superb imagery! Love it love! xx
My names Elijah if you couldn't tell from the display name lol. I'm back at writers cafe after some profile issues forced me to delete my previous profile. But the good news is I'm back and better tha.. more..