Meticulously watching your eyes to admire what you see,
Insisting I tell you lies with no civility.
Rather than judge your shame, I'll bare the blame,
Remorsefully begrudging any ability to call your name.
Openly I hold secrets you hide from yourself;
Resting where you placed me upon the shelf.
About the Creator
Glytch
Flying through the clouds
Dangling among the trees;
Living a thought freed.
Working as a professional figment of my own vividly wild imagination with hopes to live rent free.
Hobbyist writer/painter
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith7 days ago in Humor
Comments (3)
Is it an object that is holding your secrets? I just read it for the third time, and I believe that is what you are saying.
Spoiler Alert: prefectionist poets love spelling things in stanza form just to challenge boredom ;) Happy Single Awareness day
Wow, this is intense. I love the perspective. Great poem!