September 28, 2008
By lindsay martinez, Van Nuys, CA

When I was a child
everyone's eyes followed me
I looked in the mirror
judging myself
I wanted to venture
to the wise stars above me
Dance on the questions that made me live again
The closed doors around me
gave me inner secrecy and security
My vauge dreams lifted out of the ground
The shapes in my mind rising up
floting above all craziness
the walls with all their solemn imagery were rough,
Pretty objects got old for me
A girl gets sick of a rose
the flickers of disholesty were silver and exact
My immature ponderings could be compared to that of lilacs that seemed to die
But in my mind
it ws all insane
My mind was the hurrying of tumbling waves and quick broken crests
My life was abstract

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