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On a crowded shelf
Sugar coated dust finds home
On the slightly bowing wood,
Somewhere squeezed in-between
Tradition and New Age
I was a book
Packed with many pages.
Layers and layers from my chapters of ignorance
Leather bound tightly, its skin tough to tear
Yet I stripped myself of these layers:
A calloused mind
Hardened skull
Pious chapel
Right Wing Flyer
Altered chemicals
A coercer....
Until I was left with humble hands
...Was what I first started with
I was free, to start again.
To pen myself the story I wanted
Not which was quilled by strange hands
Some chapters still bleed through,
An eraser can not remove a dried soaked stain
But like we learn to hold the pencil gentler,
And glide lighter over the page
I have script a new form of me
- by Skull-Sk8r0 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/27/2016 |
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- Title: Shelf Life
- Artist: Skull-Sk8r0
- Description: Found on a shelf, I will sit, ready to be read.
- Date: 09/27/2016
- Tags: shelf life poetry comingofage freeing
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