Blank Canvas

More than often these days
There is an urge to fight;
Re-write myself
Purge all that has gone before
Reactions of old to run
To please
To be heard
Seen, admired
Now your opinion
Your perceptions of me
No longer hold any worth
My words will no longer
Butter your ears
Or sweeten your ego
Pander to your presence
These seconds, minutes,
Hours are precious
Too rare to waste
On balancing my worth
Upon the nose of those
Sticky beaks who think
You owe them a piece
Of you, to chew....
Yes, more than often these days
Fear of rejection matters less
And the new portrait
Has more loving brushstrokes
Kinder lines....
Admire if you wish,
But know this;
It was not painted for you.

Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2014-07-16 at 08:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written.

Nabeela Altaf
Indeed! This poem describes exactly what I feel. Bravo!

My words will no longer
Butter your ears
Or sweeten your ego

Best lines ever :)

Masterfully written manifesto. I very much like the line with the gustatory images of buttering ears and sweetening egos. I think when we decide to make any kind of change it should always be primarily for ourselves, not to impress someone else.