Hello there
I'm just sitting right here, bodiless, staring into the air
Do you see my eyes? Are you scared?
Where am I? I'm not here nor there
I am nothing but a figment of your imagination
I am a conundrum yet an oxymoron in the brain of a moron
Just look at my hair!
I am Italian, a classic moustache
Yet I am Spanish, and art is my past
Look into me, and you will see a rash
You must keep itching because the pain feels like a blast
Dig Deep, for I am nothing, no reality here
Blue sky, blue water
Look over your shoulder and you will be staring at your peer
But I follow you, while you let me
Because this is deep, this shit is heavy
I like your word play
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part was: "But I follow you, while you let me
ReplyDeleteBecause this is deep, this shit is heavy."
I liked when it ended...
ReplyDeletevery cool how you must keep looking but you are never there
"You must keep itching because the pain feels like a blast"
ReplyDeletesimple yet this line worked nicely transitioning your lines
i like how youre asking questions to the reader as if i were standing in the painting
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite part
ReplyDeleteI am a conundrum yet an oxymoron in the brain of a moron
I like the variation on "moron" "oxymoron." Bonus points.
I love, I am nothing but a figment of your imagination
ReplyDeleteI liked how every line added a new element to the poem. And how the lines weren't necessarily related.
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