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...Opens up pacsun last time I OPENED this up...man ... i was drooling to have every single item on the page... ...I remember as greed and envy would sweep over my face ...I remember wanting the clothes to be seen ...I hear Aunty Toopee saying live a little in the backround... live......a little ...and hurt myself while i'm at it.... .... maybe she really meant stop the worry and go run in the sun.... ....maybe this lesson is... letting go....letting life flow .... maybe i closed my heart and only left my mind open to fashion... open to absorb what everyone else is saying... what everyone else is passionate about ...i don't think there was anytime in my life where i ever expressed myself through fashion... honestly.... ...fashion to me has been very compulsive... its trendy and it's scary... its everyone else but myself... ...i completely ran away from the fabric.... because so much has happened because of it.... now my Moms telling me im gross because i wear the same flannel... Mom i'm sorry but im just comftorable.. and maybe that's bad... that i go into a store and feel uncontrolled once I break the glass... ...and maybe i was meant to taste glass everytime I walked into a store or opened up a magazine or walked into a building of girls all carrying a louis tote....as your mama begged to get you a Michael Kors... ...and I said no ...clothes hurt because it is the part of you where everyone sees... ....scariest part is not really what they see its you....
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Your own two eyes man!...
...Opens up pacsun last time I OPENED this up...man ... i was drooling to have every single item on the page... ...I remember as greed and envy would sweep over my face ...I remember wanting the clothes to be seen ...I hear Aunty Toopee saying live a little in the backround... live......a little ...and hurt myself while i'm at it.... .... maybe she really meant stop the worry and go run in the sun.... ....maybe this lesson is... letting go....letting life flow .... maybe i closed my heart and only left my mind open to fashion... open to absorb what everyone else is saying... what everyone else is passionate about ...i don't think there was anytime in my life where i ever expressed myself through fashion... honestly.... ...fashion to me has been very compulsive... its trendy and it's scary... its everyone else but myself... ...i completely ran away from the fabric.... because so much has happened because of it.... now my Moms telling me im gross because i wear the same flannel... Mom i'm sorry but im just comftorable.. and maybe that's bad... that i go into a store and feel uncontrolled once I break the glass... ...and maybe i was meant to taste glass everytime I walked into a store or opened up a magazine or walked into a building of girls all carrying a louis tote....as your mama begged to get you a Michael Kors... ...and I said no ...clothes hurt because it is the part of you where everyone sees... ....scariest part is not really what they see its you....
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
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