DissolutionA Poem by NonWriterGuy
More self indulgent, me-centered expressive stuff for the time being.
The world is full of soft shapes, colliding and blending ameoba-like, colors pooling out and fleeing back to glowing firefly points at the whims of some vaguely chaotic common soul.
I am hard, like a rigid square with diamond-strong walls around which the formless beauty breaks and flows, heedless and unconcerned. I cling to the unyielding barriers that allow me to remain me, desperate to keep the misery within them mine.
© 2011 NonWriterGuy
Added on January 9, 2011
Last Updated on January 9, 2011
AboutI've always wanted to try writing, but never have outside of grade school and that kind of thing. I've been told the most important thing is to keep the pen (or keyboard) moving -- even if most of wh.. more..