I walk alone. I walk alone.
It's black and white, not an ounce of color. I can't see the faces of anyone. I get close to someone
and they turn away.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
I see a broken down car. There's my neighbor singing at the top of her lungs, playing her broken piano
An empty abandon stage waiting for someone to use it. A smashed microphone. A crowd of laughing
people staring at me. Nobody is where I am.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
A burning scholarship. Scissors. Scissors. Scissors. A burning blazing fire. I'm bare foot but there's
shoes all around me. I can't reach or grab anything to protect my feet from the hard sharp road, cutting
my bare feet.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
My parents are yelling at each other. I see a picture of just me and my parents. There's burning paper
all around me. Pencils are shattered and broken everywhere. Everything that comes near me breaks.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
i like the visual of "scissors. scissors. scissors" i dont know why but that really speaks to me! i also like the bare feet. it says vulnerability. cool!
ReplyDeletei really liked the first line,"it's black and white, not an ounce of color." I got a visual for your broken dreams:) Super Duper writing:):):):):):):):):):)
ReplyDeleteI really liked this one.
ReplyDelete"Nobody is where I am." There's nothing special about this line, but for some reason it has depth.
I feel the same way about the scissors line.
I like the neighbor singing, and the shattered pencils. It's really good imagery, and really creative!
ReplyDeleteReally good! I really like the neighbor singing and the "Scissors. Scissors. Scissors."
ReplyDelete"An empty abandon stage waiting for someone to use it." Love this line! I really got a feel for everything that you were saying:) great voice within your writing:)
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