Diagnols...A Poem by Sumi
This is when I lose all of my Artistic prowess… When words are boiling, Too bloated with high. The altitude receding From my diagonal point Of view…. Chastised, beating With the sounds of Me and you. I’ve got a skewed line Of sight, And on either side Standing with a crutch is the real me. in the middle’s curving radius Traveling Taking prisoners “this is how I lie…” It’s the real me. Correction, Facilities…. I’m a walking inclination For circling disasters, And dramatic encounters. I kid you not, I’m that one b*****d child… Criticize me at a distance, Make me cry….because I’m ignorant and I’m dumb… And, I don’t know the difference Between something and none. I want to be like you, because I already am…you’re not sure of Anything, even when you say you Are. And, you believe in everyone but yourself. And, that’s not much Of anything. And, we’re just playing in the sun, Imagination’s run wild, I’m the real me. Fighting child. © 2008 Sumi |
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Added on November 12, 2008 Author
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