Abstract

People don't understand me As if I have no meaning If they weren't stricken ignorant They'd see my definition is gleaming I'm a masterpiece Never respected which is why I'm screaming I beg to be precious But I'll just sit on the wall and continue dreaming I'll never be considered beautiful Which is why my paint is streaming

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Dinda Minardi

Date: 6/30/2011 9:08:00 AM

this is interesting poem, Kyle. Thanx for stopping by at my page :)

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 6/29/2011 10:28:00 PM

Your brushstroke of words have reached my heart!!!! Loving this poetry.... Always Laura

Eleanore Bourner

Date: 5/3/2011 5:40:00 PM

abstract art is very unique and special, it portrays a message without smooth, strokes, or a depiction of a scene. you can feel emotions running over the canvas with just one look at it. just by seeing the colors. thank you for this excellent, well written poem. :) ------Ell