i was tempted not to post this
but i don't want to censor myself.
we have to be honest with ourselves.
(at least some of the time)
it irks me
"unfair!"
as i stare
at the crowds
around her
i scream,
she whispers
they only hear
her whispers
i stack words
as high as skyscrapers
she makes a scratch,
not even a word,
in the dirt,
not even holy dirt,
they flock to her
to see the wonder
created by her
jealous....yes
but i'm human
i can't escape
jealousy
and the other myriad
of emotions,
how sad,
but i try to stomp it.
She is worthy
of their praise.
She has her days.
Some days
I don't care
I Swear....
Some days
I wish
they would
notice me.
Some days
we can all be
Attention Whores
Wanting
and
Waiting
to be adored.
drvodka2005
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5 comments:
This is great writing. I am happy you shared it.
These experiences are part of the human experience. Who doesn't want a little attention. I dare you to show off, compile your work and mail them out to a publishing house. thanks for sharing.
you are speaking to the choir. i want to be placed on a pedastal. i want to be on high. we often forget the fall. sometimes the falls hits harder.
yes, thanks for the words. they are inspirational.
i'm very happy you shared this because i love this poem!! i find it very admirable those who can be honest like this because we all experience this feeling accept only few admit it.
love these lines especially:
"i stack words
as high as skyscrapers
she makes a scratch,
not even a word,
in the dirt,
not even holy dirt,
they flock to her
to see the wonder
created by her"
now, i am happy i wrote this. i find writing is a perfect way to deal with the things that bother us. Better than declaring war on someone....on another country.
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