Like all kids, i used to crayon up all the white walls we had. Personally i think it is one of the first sterotypical forms of creating your own views and opinions in rebelious nature. Something us writers tend to do, although some won't see it as rebeli


Crayons on the Wall

Within this prism, I belong
So call it a tomb, a coffin
Call it what you must then move along
For within its glass - the color sharpens
To locate and emphasize,
To distract and mesmerize,
These colors I idealize, so call it a coffin
For within my prism - inspiration sharpens.





Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-08-09 at 08:49

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Teala
Wow...another brillant write..very thought-provoking.
2006-11-16



Well I certainly do....
Looking back at my earlier poems I see placard action and picket protests......
Conscientious objections?
And always the meaning is purest and clearest at the core!
2006-08-09