Eating Paint and Sniffing Glue

 

Stone weeds grow at ninety degree angles

I was put here to tend to the crops

My disease is being short sighted

Just like every other Cyclops

You see life in different sunlights

And prism laughs that I can’t hear

My rainbows don’t come from sunshine

They come from a wall of tears

Forced to reflect the smoke and mirrors

Put on smiles with Velcro strips

Do the dance that everyone expects

Without receiving applause or tips

The bottom of a bottle quickly becomes the top

I need the ferment and cherish every drop

I need to be forgetful when I fail to be firm

So I drown my disillusion and my concern

 

Reviews

[Jenn]

I simply love the line "And prism laughs that I can't hear." Prism laughs. What a unique way to express laughter that is kept away from you, laughter you are too caught up to internalize.

Same goes for "Put on smiles with Velcro strips." Fake, plastic smiles that can be conveniently slapped on. What an amazing and original way to put it.

Great job with this poem. [:

[Brianna Brie]

You see life in different sunlights
And prism laughs that I can't hear
My rainbows don't come from sunshine
They come from a wall of tears

Wow...beautiful words. I would bet anything that writing poetry all comes natural for you as one continuous flow from your mind to your pen. Superb