Friday, September 13, 2013

poems

i wanna be the perfect imperfection of a picture perfect painted set
instead of a winter represented without a cigarette
making the lighter wieghin in the pocket useless
tatted up wrists in some cuffs, staged as an artist losing to an illusion of a city with warmer weather and stars about born in them
re-written the stories of being the sole supplier of pavement streets where come up
was written by success we havent tasted yet

10 comments:

  1. I love the line "perfect imperfection" it's so great!!

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  2. I love the line "perfect imperfection" it's so great!!

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  3. This poem was really deep and had a great vivid description. I love the line "tatted up wrists in some cuffs."

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  4. This was such a deep poem. I love the quote "was written by success that we haven't tasted yet." That was so thought provoking.

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  5. I had no idea you had it in you, Andrew. Short but powerful.

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  6. This was an-amazing poem. Good Job Andrew,(:

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  7. I love "I want to be the perfect imperfection".
    It can twist your mind trying to figure it out, but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. What a strong line. Nice job!!

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    1. That's exactly what I was thinking! I couldn't have worded it better.

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  8. It was a great poem!

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  9. Oh my gosh. This is so deep. I love it! It's so funny to read something so deep because I grew up with you and you were always the funny fat kid! Love ya, bro! And I love this poem!

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