Atention creeperA Poem by nothing grinnerA night out in the clubs!I pluck a pincushion doll from inside my prison of vanity- an effigy swollen in flattery.
I'm not who they need to know, but i go looking for the best of me, make them impressions- first and foremost.
formal platitudes and their favourite words on the tip of my tongue- but I refuse myself the pleasure to humour, or flatter them fake.
But I'm patronised with each pin plucked- My sentiments sucked to an invisible form- They can't see me now, less I perform!
I grab character, my self on a platform, I dance for them to see- my self reborn, Are all eyes watching? No! I march to the beat of my own hum drum state.
When i fail to impress the shadows arnt hard to find, they look right through me, and i wonder is it me, or them that's blind? © 2008 nothing grinner |
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Added on March 11, 2008 Authornothing grinnerHull, England, EnglandAbouti'm a student illustrator in my second year at university. i studied at the hull school of art and design. i like to write poems, lyrics and short stories as well as my painting and drawing. i love mu.. more..Writing
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