Anonymous

Anonymous

I live vicariously

through anonymity.

The convex mirror

of my LCD flat-screen

deflates apprehension and

balloons confidence.

I jump feet first

through the looking

glass slipper; which

will return to pumpkin

form just before dawn.

I am not Cinderella though.

No, I am just another

Guy Fawkes impersonator

with “V” tattooed

on my heart-strings.

I am just another harbinger.

Another Plutonian bird

perched upon a placid bust

sent to whisper:

“nevermore”

about the Ironic Carpenter.

in the ears of the open-minded

Author's Note

This is a very first draft. What do you think? Be honest...

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

F**k drafts.
We are creatures of gut instinct. Don't change it make something else.
Don't fight the primal urge to drop the pants of a poem and f**k it.
Ho Ho
I keep my reviews without the "alliteration was ...you used plenty of.."
What the f**k would I tell you things you already know yeah?

"I jump feet first

through the looking

glass slipper; which

will return to pumpkin

form just before dawn."

Its like a vacation in a speck of tim ein the mind. Flow is connected with pitch perfect inner rhyme.
Pushing the anonymity how you can create worlds and personalities for yourself while at the same time denying you are anyone? f*****g t*****s brotha...or sista.
Spit it on stage with a mask on
Fire. pure fire

[Sarah>_>]

Nice...
I deleted my last comment because 1. I sounded like a omplete retard, and 2. I actaully go on 4chan regularly now and know exactly what you mean in this poem.

[Crowley]

Hell yeah, a trip through lost identity as a result of a world that hardly sees the man anymore....just the deed. I loved it, good stuff.