Pocketknife

March 12, 2010
By Aluna BRONZE, Sherwood, Oregon
Aluna BRONZE, Sherwood, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
When people say I'm weird, I reply: I'm an artist; I can't be normal!
-Me


You are not a beam of sun, with luminance and light

Or lips that curl into an imperfect smile of a passerby

Or Fort Meyers, Florida, retirees gazing into your sky of cotton balls

You are more like a pocketknife,

slitting the wrists of the darkness

In blackened gloom

Tower of terror,

You never cease to amaze me

The mask that conceales you

Of your false carelessness

You are fog on a stormy night

Leaving others hurt, lost, confused

You leave me unharmed

Without a single scratch

I feel no piercing anguish

And at the end of the pitch black tunnel,

I see a light,

Pocketknife


The author's comments:
This peice is dedicated to Cameron W., someone who has fascinated and inspired me. This is adressed to him.

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Aluna BRONZE said...
on Mar. 28 2010 at 4:13 pm
Aluna BRONZE, Sherwood, Oregon
1 article 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
When people say I'm weird, I reply: I'm an artist; I can't be normal!
-Me

Thank you so much! I didn't mean to put that picture on there though... :). The person whom I dedicated this to has been a huge source of inspiration in my writing. He has really been struggling, and I can relate. Thank you for commenting!

Milo! said...
on Mar. 27 2010 at 9:15 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.




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