Open Poetry #30 |
Crazy |
Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
My fingers are numb and cold. “This is crazy” I say that everyday. I don’t change anything. Normal never did suit me. And crazy always seemed to fit too well. So, my friends talk their chatter And I give my part And we contribute to what we call art. My writings cease and start without my consent, but when really did we ever have a say? And these stories that seem to write themselves, we find them molding around us like clay. “Life is Art” is what they say. My life, as art, is no Monet. And I say “That’s completely ok”. Monet never did suit me well. And I have the truth to tell. Rubbing my hands together. Friction builds warmth. Strange, isn’t it? Crazy and strange And you see it all in my smile. Everyone lies when they smile. Cold chills down my spine. “This is crazy” and it’s cold again today. But if you stay, Maybe I’ll paint a picture. But, probably not. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Ah...yer playing my song. I loved this. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
me toooooo!!!! |
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Terrina Member
since 2003-12-31
Posts 166California |
My life, as art, is no Monet. And I say “That’s completely ok”. Monet never did suit me well. This is what it's all about. This is outstanding. Thank you for sharing. |
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