Sometimes
I feel like my mind is
M
e
l
t
i
n
g
here.
In your uncertainty.
Drip
Drip
Dripping
As you attempt to shape it into conformity
I start to feel my heartbeat dipping
But I have this stubbornness in my hands
And a certain fire in my eyes
That stops me from meeting your demands
While identifying all of your lies
And
I will
N
e
v
e
r
Be
A grey blob in your scene
Smudged and weathered to blend
A zombie without license to dream
I'll graffiti your stillife until I meet my end
I'll graffiti your stilllife until I meet my end. That's so powerful. I like your line breaks here & how the letters are falling. I like to do this also (After reading Guillaume Apollinaire, of course) . When you can make it that much more visual, it helps people read it easier I think. Great poem! !
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I like the strength that come through in this poem. Favorite line: And I will N e v e r Be A grey blob in your scene Smudged and weathered to blend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... must you torture us so? Brilliant, simply brilliant.