Reminisce
Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 10:03 am
This is my last piece written. Ever since I've had writers block and trying to battle through it. Been 3 weeks now. I've come here for help on Writers block and to grow as an artist, person, and writer. Thank you for reading.
Confessions of a silent clown, drip down the sidewalk,
The white chalk drew an outline where the cries stopped,
He smiled because he was told to, an only child with no fortitude,
Distorted the borders of the corridors to see what horrors could scorn him,
Now let's head back to when little David was eight,
Couldn't duck to his room til the blue sky matched his face,
Contemplative in his nature, Why hate to love when you can love to hate?
Use the sun as bait and make the moon carry the weight,
An aspiring sadist emerged at a young age,
An Atheist with no chains from God to stop him from causing pain,
Broke hearts, bones, lives, - any form of clay taking shape,
Rendering his just as broken in the name of faith,
Now David traded adolescence for a shining addiction,
It held six convictions hostage longing to spill crimson,
His mission was simple: destroy all visions and symbols,
Egotism drizzled like a politician with a pistol,
Now, the white chalk held more than a body on a sidewalk,
It's where the light plots to find God to spite the wrongs,
The blight caused wont be cured when time hits dawn,
But with flight gone, his outline will live on.
Confessions of a silent clown, drip down the sidewalk,
The white chalk drew an outline where the cries stopped,
He smiled because he was told to, an only child with no fortitude,
Distorted the borders of the corridors to see what horrors could scorn him,
Now let's head back to when little David was eight,
Couldn't duck to his room til the blue sky matched his face,
Contemplative in his nature, Why hate to love when you can love to hate?
Use the sun as bait and make the moon carry the weight,
An aspiring sadist emerged at a young age,
An Atheist with no chains from God to stop him from causing pain,
Broke hearts, bones, lives, - any form of clay taking shape,
Rendering his just as broken in the name of faith,
Now David traded adolescence for a shining addiction,
It held six convictions hostage longing to spill crimson,
His mission was simple: destroy all visions and symbols,
Egotism drizzled like a politician with a pistol,
Now, the white chalk held more than a body on a sidewalk,
It's where the light plots to find God to spite the wrongs,
The blight caused wont be cured when time hits dawn,
But with flight gone, his outline will live on.