Fiction

Random ravings of me , I dedicate this piece to Christian and my father , who believe as do I individuality is more than just a style

Sheer poetry ,
Sheer fiction ,
Created with sheer friction ,
Known as reality.
Translucent are words that lack ,substances.
And the prerequisites ,to make such insights ,
On topics such as life ,and things such as love .
When push comes to shove ,
The translucent dissipates ,
And is finally replaced ,
With genuine quality.
Something I attempt to strive for ,
I set my live for ,
My best to be who I am .
Golden in my own respect .
While worn and flecked with dust,
I remain as closed and unaltered as I can .
Taking pride in the prevalence,
Of the pretenses that set me ,
Set from the back to forward ,
Forward to back, future to past
I hope and beg that I remain myself.
In a world of cliques and cliche .
We have to struggle not to be the same .
When individuality becomes a style ,
We live in denial ,
And state we are sticking out when we conform.
But yet we perform this parade,
So full of shame with one another,
as no one every bothers to say stop.
Maybe I try others as well but words that remain in art at times remain silent

Author's Note

Enjoy , sorry any mistakes , feedback is hugely appreciated