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Graffiti On Castles




my words are like graffiti
on the walls i cant break through
you may or may not
like where they take you
if you stare at them long enough
the picture becomes clear
they come to life full
of things that you fear
when i stare at them
i see broken dreams,
plans, goals,
get rich quick schemes,
smoke screens,
insatiable discontent
unskilled labor
that struggles
to pay the rent
i dont chase greatness
out of nobility.
i chase greatness
because of
the drowning sensation
of overwhelming futility.
like a kid
that wants to please someone
to get validated
that never felt embraced,
cherished, treasured, or celebrated
no one ever is to blame.
no need to trace
back to the source
just train like life
is an olympic
obstacle course
we are universes
with our own
gravitational pull
spaces that are empty
that we want
to be full
its not that she's from Venus
and i am from Mars
its that we
hate our own gutters
and wish on our on stars

Comments

  1. This is one of my favorites.
    You are both felt and remembered... :)
    I am from venus, relocated to mars.

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  2. My words are like graffiti on walls I can't break through man I love this writing is the soothing of ones soul. Another good one!

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  3. I really liked the flow of this poem. The words kept me going to the end. Great piece.

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  4. dude, great rip...love the turn to astronomical and wicked flow...

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  5. ah, this a poetic painting... Great imagery. very nice!

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  6. unskilled labor that struggles to pay the rent...

    if you are lucky enough to be that, these days.

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  7. loved the flow and the message ..thank you

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  8. I LOVE this piece! It flows beautifully forward, and ends in the stars.

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  9. Nice flow of words and rhyming, am almost rapping it. This is a great piece.

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  10. Good, loose/chatty word flow to this.

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  11. Great rhythm and builds to a powerful end.
    "i dont chase greatness
    out of nobility.
    i chase greatness
    because of
    the drowning sensation
    of overwhelming futility"
    Your poem covers a great deal of ground from psychology to the solar system. Excellent write, Theron

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  12. ..we are universes
    with our own
    gravitational pull
    spaces... and...my words are like graffiti
    on the walls i cant break through...love esp. these two lines theron...great flow as well..

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  13. Wow this read hit me in my stomach. Fantastic poetry

    "its not that she's from venus
    and i am from mars
    its that we
    hate our own gutters
    and wish on our on stars"

    only a few of the beauties in this piece. A beautiful end that left the perfect hint of linger. Much enjoyed ~ Rose

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  14. my fav line - great gut-punching ending: "we
    hate our own gutters
    and wish on our on stars"

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