Ive just become what they all expected. An artistic failure of wasted youth. Such stereotypes convinced me it was worthless. To try to escape.
In the end we all assimilate on some level. We conform to the norm. Even if the norm has become inordinately inconvenient Following a wet painted line stepping on those who aren't.
The light in her eyes. She has a path all her own. Shes the rebel and the saint. Just another abandoned reject trying not to assimilate.
Breathing half swallowed words. Convulsion at the thought of creating something unique. With so much renewable hate. They make the same mistakes over and over again.
Somthing unique isnt meant to be understood.
Like paper heart in a puddle.
A single cloud among sunshine.
A dying flower among the spring.
The akwardly strang unordinary part of anything...
This was a very powerful poem. It was also beautifully written. I think you did a really nice job with the emotions within this one. I would like to thank you for sharing this one. :)
If we let others decide our fate...then we are doomed to failure..we have to step out like this and try everything that God offers to us..lovely and powerful write..Valentine
Your first two lines simply forced their way in as I read through this brilliant piece. What a truth that too often we simply let the world dictate who we will be. How rare to find one who can rise above the ordinary. Powerful!
I like this because I love how it's true. Everyone is the same, and I think you bring that out beautifully. It's easy to read and understand, which is awesome considering some people like to resort back to the 18th century.
Something unique isn't meant to be understood.
That's so true, and so genius. I love it.