let's live vicariously
through the characters we create
that exist in the tiny specks of graphite
as we write their characteristics
or sketch their facial features
I personally would rather be
that speck of graphite
I want to be as I define myself
yet I am defined by the world I am born into
I can't relate to that person
I hate that person
I am that person
And every day, my condition worsens
Do people really not feel this anguish?
You are born into your cubicles
Your brain is molded into fearing the radical
Our dreams are spiraling down the drain
along with our beard and neck trimmings
and the tears we won't let anyone see
Be Professional, woman!
The customer us ALWAYS RIGHT.
oops... I seem to have lost my dreams.....
Oh well!
I have fear to keep me busy in the meantime.
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my wost nightmare is coming true
Written November 10th, 2004
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Unbelievable
Truly amazing, alyssa! Great work here, it really touched me. I do not like what the world has become, I suffer in it's apathy, just as you do. Who is to care for our dreams? WHy must we always shoulder the weight of grandiose ideas, that if applied would make this world a utopia? Why can't anyone else see the dreams, the reality of the approximation of paradise?
Either way, great work, I'm glad you feel inspired once again. i will come often to listen to your voice of reason.
Old poetic dude. -
kick ass
Awesome write and so true. Makes you think about the way the world is. Well, when there is time anyway. I like the subject matter you chose to write about. It is a very good poem. BTW just out of curiosity...what is your worst nightmare? (author's comment) Everyone is someone.......somewhere
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