If you wanted change
You should have asked for growth
You have what it takes
And you should have known
The lines that people like
I draw with no cohesion
They're simply strung together
Like your scarred, forgotten lesions
Like a message that hadn't
Been conveyed in a while
The fault line is lost
In the curves of your smile
Your teeth, like the ocean,
Wave in the wind
They have conjured up anger
For less fortunate men
I've sailed in search of demons
And twelve month old dreams
Yet I'll never find either
At least, that's how it seems
As I fiddle with theme
And get lost in motifs
I can't feel anything
Walking nonfiction streets
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
If you wanted change
You should have asked for growth
You have what it takes
And you should have known
The lines that people like
I draw with no cohesion
They're simply strung together
Like your scarred, forgotten lesions
Like a message that hadn't
Been conveyed in a while
The fault line is lost
In the curves of your smile
Your teeth, like the ocean,
Wave in the wind
They have conjured up anger
For less fortunate men
I've sailed in search of demons
And twelve month old dreams
Yet I'll never find either
At least, that's how it seems
As I fiddle with theme
And get lost in motifs
I can't feel anything
Walking nonfiction streets
Car died at work, so I've been walking the same eleven blocks these past few days to and from my job.
I've found inspiration on these streets,
but nothing I hadn't already seen.
Request permission to use this poem