the outlier
the outsider
the outcast
i've accepted it
i don't belong
in this circle
or that circle
someone must be
the outlier
the outsider
the outcast
in this game.
i will always be
standing on tiptoe
trying to peek
beyond the fence
despite the signs
"Do Not Enter".
it's become easier
to look away
the other way.
i will play
outside of the circle
where i scribble with rainbows
creating in my own world,
creating my own world
with incantations,
so powerful
marvelling even
Harry Potter.
Perhaps, they'll become
the curious spectator.
dr.vodka05
"Walk Away"
I love the sound of you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear
And I am cold
Yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away
...........
...........
The stab of stiletto
On a silent night
Stalin Smiles
Hitler laughs
Churchill claps
Mao Tse Tung
on the back
lyrics by Franz Ferdinand
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2 comments:
i love your poem, "in the outskirts"
i can sympathize but i can also see your brilliance in standing tall.
lorena,
sometimes i believe life is better in the outskirts....where u can truly be free....free from bad influences....free from bad peer pressure....free from conformity
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