Saturday, January 08, 2011
3:05 AM
I want to make the rules and write
The rights
Be the one whose calls keep you up at night
And slam down the phone and walk
Away
But try as I might
Or as I may I cannot recover the might to display
The shrewd light that you take
Each time your footsteps
Angrily disappear
And the weight of each step
Leaves tracks in soil and venae as well
I wish I could swell and rise
Above the twisted figure I become when
I am stomped out
a giant whose spirit
Simply extinguishes my own doubts
I would walk tall and spring forward
Ferociously sitting on my front door
And not yours
I would be no mans beggar and no self's fool
In this body I would live by no man's rights or rules
I would slam down the paper weight on all
Your dreams and leave
Them dusty to be discarded and screams
Would be heard only in soundproof rooms
Where you alone could hear them echoing in false songs
Written in false pretense
Yet there is no surface that can paint this you
On me
Because I am the weak and the poem is my piece
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