I am the stain on the glass window
And the spilled ink on that canvas,
I am the squeaking sound at your front door
And every country on your atlas.
I am the bus that always is late
And the train that just won’t go fast,
I am all things both small and great,
I am the slow kid who comes in last.
I am the sound of a popped balloon,
A hundred times louder than bubble-rap’s,
I am a deathly Norwegian typhoon
And the kid drinking from rivers, not taps.
I am the quiet, but proper tenant,
The one who always pays his rent,
I am a scorpion whose stings like red-ants
And I am the good-for-nothing government.
I am the spoiled teen produced by Disney
And I am the red carpet in Hollywood,
I am the mineral buildup in your kidney
And the poem that no one understood.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
this is simple and simplicity is beauty...i like this, 'you are the poem that i always understood'...this is what i want to say for this whole poem...easy my friend, merry christmas...smileeeeee
through yourself you unfold the world beautifully...lovely idea
Indeed a masterly poem… swinging and de-swinging push-pull Enjoyed very much Ms. Nivedita UK PS 10
and i am in love with your poetry.....i completely in love with this poem, but im not surprised that this one is great, you cant help yourself, amazing! ! !
...& Yes, I am! I am the myriad manners of misery's mode, the one that know's perspective. Um hmm, I am! .
a special poem Leslie! I liked it so much. supporting the way u think I must confess, me too I rather can call myself 'a bus that always late' than tell to the World how great I am. as sages told... 'u can be unfaithful to many ppl for a while or u can do it with few for really long time, but no one can deceive everyone always' once again thanks for the poem :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are all those things and so much more nice 10