Depiction
Careful
Careful how you draw me—
I’ll take your shabby sketch
and fill it in with all of my colors
and textures, flesh it out,
stretch it out, make your idea of me
larger than life, larger than you,
containing so many multitudes and contradictions
that I’m more vast, more immense
than Whitman’s song of himself.
I’ll finish your little doodle, craft it
into my own art, adding details
your ignorance omits, make the depth
of my moments palpable, three-dimensional, so alive that you taste them in your sleep,
feel them twisting my plot, weaving your weak threads
into a rope so strong I could hang you from it,
my individual fibers biting into your neck and shoulders
before I even tighten the noose.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (12)
Oh my stars. This is exquisite fire! What a verse full of heat all the way through! A wonderland read 🤩
I believe that you can. Just like the way you paint. We only love. And I will love you. :))
Nice!
A wonderful depiction of a growing threat
This is so cold and bold and damn wonderful!!
Ayyy congrats on a top story new friend
Yay! They listened..congrats on Top Story
I had to smile after reading your profile because your poem exemplified "rocks, incense, and witchy stuff!"
I love the level of confidence, mild threatening promise and the fact that for me it feels about people drawing their own conclusions about you and being wrong. Love it. Not a wasted word or line in sight..
"....craft it into my own art, adding details your ignorance omits, make the depth of my moments palpable, three-dimensional, so alive that you taste them...." What a splendidly descriptive and emotionally powerful poem. I enjoyed this so much.
It’s wild how this piece breathes how the subject refuses to stay on paper and instead becomes. There’s defiance here, beauty sharpened into vengeance. It’s not a poem about being drawn; it’s a poem about taking the pen back.
I love this!