Subconscious | Teen Ink


December 13, 2012
By nutellaplushearts BRONZE, Modesto, California
nutellaplushearts BRONZE, Modesto, California
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I see a little scribble mouse,
Feasting on a scribble cheese,
Inside a little scribble house,
Where I can scribble, as I please.

Although the lines in disarray,
Bring anything but peace,
The words that each one of them can say,
Will never ever cease.
The lines converge and morph again,
Into the lion's maw,
A tiny life destroyed so quick,
Through a simple draw.

No use for they sighed and gambled,
Far too happily on that light,
Sudden a shape in shambles,
Broken by approaching night.
Undulating cords of red,
Intertwine with hues of blue,
Mesh of rainbows overhead,
While the sky breaks through.

I saw a shape inside the mire,
Of that prison where I stay,
One unfulfilled desire,
Just to speak and fly away.

The author's comments:
I was thinking about the idea that scribbles, in the right light, might have meaning, and it just came out like this.It's about inspiration, and about how difficult everything can be.

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