I don’t know if I’m right or wrong
I know only you can judge
I didn’t make that choice in defiance
I’ve asked for answers
I know you’ve given them
I’m just too blind to see them
I made a choice
I hope and wish I’m not wrong
If I am
I don’t want to learn it the hard way
I’ve got a lot to lose and I’m not prepared to
I don’t want to lose them
I’m being honest
I don’t want to feel ambivalent
I don’t want to feel guilty either
I just want to be satisfied
Satisfied that I haven’t disappointed you
Tell me I haven’t
Write a story about yourself from the perspective of an object, thing, animal, or another person
Splashes of white and stokes of blue
A little bit of red to balance the hue
More black to cover errors and then left to dry
A little more yellow when it’s time to cry
A stormy cloud
Careful there, make sure the colors aren’t loud
A crown with colors of the rainbow
Decked with stars to give it a glow
Even though sometimes, things seem slow
I know the final piece will be the best in the show
Although, it isn’t done,
I know the best is yet to come.
This is my life an unfinished canvas
Now and forever, Candace
I was sitting in the fifth row, trying to concentrate on what the lecturer was explaining on 19th century art when I heard the girls from the back talk about fashion. This distracted and took me to another cosmos which resulted in experimental poetry (at least that’s what I call it).
The backdrop to this, is about a girl who loves fashion and does not have the resources to venture into the industry. She hears some wanna be fashion divas critic her favorite designer’s new collection while window shopping and this was her response:
“Mantyhose and tight jeans,
Tell me what does this mean?”
“Mankini or a Murse
Which one's worse?”
Here I am, hearing this all,
Sitting in a corner, pressed onto a wall,
Is that what it's called?
My mother says fashion is a wheel,
Rotating archetypes with a six inch heel.
Although she'd like to brag,
There's more to this than a piece of rag,
Cutting edge technology and creativity,
Defines fashion's longevity.
Caveat! Get the right combination.
Lest, you fall into condemnation.
Some feel, outfits on the runway appear out of bound,
Believe me, that talent is scarcely found.
Intricate details hidden within the fabric,
Only few million could grasp that tactic.
So the next time, you say something mean,
for apparel on the mannequin.
Imagine how it'll seem,
For a true fashion paladin.
I know it needs editing, but like I said, it’s just experimental.
Feel free to comment, critics welcomed!