i am hanging around here
by my little thread
waiting to be cut
time seeps into me until
like an alarm clock
fluorescent color sprays from me
and i wake you up too early
trying to make things right
in a life that seems so downhill
that even on a good day
i still ride that slippery slide
uniqueness is contagious
now-a-days
yet everyone that i meet
tells me
no one like you babe
no one like you
if i could control my brain
long enough
i would piece together some pieces
paint the painting that hangs
unfinished
(ahem, like i)
waiting
for more paint
Author notes
this was free write... anything on yr mind... well folks, here it it...
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
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Comments
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annnnnd.
i love it.
a flow of thought. from personal metaphor to personal self. calling attention to yourself has made me interested. and i like green. sorry that that actually qualifies you in top of your writing. i like the idea of a person being a painting.
"no one like you babe"
i'm sure this is meant how it's meant. -
At least others can see your colors and appreciate the the work in progress ... most of us alien creatures are camouflaged behind our bland paint-by-number surfaces, just hoping someone will see the priceless work of art hidden beneath the cardboard canvas
P.S. And a slide downhill is only deadly if you let yourself fall ... otherwise its just a wild crazy ride
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