PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My writing is like a brick in this wall, it may seem abstract to some but if it were to fall and hit you on your cheek, how abstract is it when you'd be slurring your speech for a week or more. So tell me did you know it was me knocking at your door, with my surreal writings ready to slap you like a pimp to a whore. But enough with the lyrical metaphores and slappin' with the words to the Pentium nerds. Because when you walk in my mind you may experience some shit that ain't kind. Like a stoned cold punk ready to steal your girlfriend away from the chaos of her own dismay. Or perhaps my writing is not the brick in the wall, its the whole wall ready to crumble down around you! And all you can do is sit there and critisize when run is what you need to do. But don't sweat it you don't get it, apparently. Maybe its just my wall I build around myselfe and my own identity. So i place this brick back in this wall to hold it up cause nobody showed up, but don't feel guilty about it at all.