Everything is GraffitiA Poem by Archipelagoanother poem, i guess being sick makes you prolific...
I crept down the street In the middle of the Beating heart of The living night I glanced around and Satisfied myself that No one else was on The street so late but me I stenciled out a Little yellow songbird Surrounded by black Clouds and hostile crows I swirled the paints Around like thick congealing Blood because it was my Life I sprayed upon that wall I captioned it with something Deep, unique, and from the Heart that beat the Picture out of me I said through the Toxic glare of aerosol “When the water runs Dry in your throat, When the fireflies Won’t come out, When you’re sweating Under blankets but You’re freezing when They’re off you, Endure, my friend, I’ve tried it and it works” A flashlight lit up The clouds and birds and me For a moment I was Sure I was arrested The cop stood still For a second, and then He said instead, “Son, nobody cares” © 2009 ArchipelagoAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 22, 2009 Last Updated on February 25, 2009 AuthorArchipelagoNJAboutI like writing. It relieves stress. I'm in college. - - - - - "When you saw, far off, the heavy fate approaching, did you not say to the mountains, “hide me”, to the hills, “fall.. more..Writing
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