Sometimes I feel more handicapped, mentally
Then rain man or your sisters cat
I feel like it's never good enough
And the only fact in which people
respond is, ugh... empathy
So on that note...
Lets get metaphorically naked
With wide-eyed stares
Collecting every ugly truth
While swallowing some sick sort of light
With your retinas
Where you never want to look
It is certainly an
It is certainly an opinion of water colour paintings. The real wishy washy ones I do not like myself; however the detailed one's can be quite interesting. I love plenty of colour especially pastel shades. Your poem made me think of my own opinion on art; and your poem is quite good.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you
I suppose in it's most literal sense. One could gather that. As opposed to metaphorical, which is what I think when I read it back. It's a struggle, struggle to find inspiration worth sharing. Like Simon & Garfunkel's song Cecila. Is it a song about a girl? Or, is it about the Patroness of musicians? Saint Cecilia.