The stained dark beige walls stare at me.
They think they know me,
So they start to close in
To get a better look,
And I tell them to back off.
They don't know me,
No one in this room knows me,
But they think I am a poet.
I might be,
But I'm not even sure that I am.
What makes them so sure
That my front can be trusted?
If I hit the arrogant, foolish girl next to me
Over the head with her stack of half-used notebooks,
Will they then see me as something
Closer to who I am?
Probably not.
There are some poets
That would do that.
I stand against the cosmic Latte colored wall, my left leg crooked up behind me, holding my stance- Watching, like a chameleon- I blend in with the stains, unnoticed. Bored of all this hum-drum ho-hum, I'm ready to leave this poetic dance- But she catches my eye... She is not like the others- thinking to myself, asking myself why? Gabhriel, I was so take with your write, I placed myself in the room... to see if a difference could be made... You tell me? Graet Ink! Really.; -) -Kelly.
I stand against the cosmic Latte colored wall, my left leg crooked up behind me, holding my stance- Watching, like a chameleon- I blend in with the stains, unnoticed. Bored of all this hum-drum ho-hum, I'm ready to leave this poetic dance- But she catches my eye... She is not like the others- thinking to myself, asking myself why? Gabhriel, I was so taken with your write, I placed myself in the room... to see if a difference could be made... You tell me? Great Ink! - Really.; -) -Kelly.
Wonderful... absolutely so lovely... made me grin a rebellious poet letting her imagination run riot... i love the way you humanised the wall and gave it more personality than the girl next to you... bravo dear lady.. karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lolzz.... fun a neat and apt potshot at...ummmmm..... i'll just hold my breath @ Kelly Seale giggle you doubled the fun enjoyed :)