I was once 13 and a few hours younger
Just a bit
To young to comprehend the heartbreak of creation
To create something that the world
rejects
before it rejects you.
A graphite scribble by definition- maybe- but one
with intricate symbolism and haunting figures-
I created him
I created it for more than an "A"
because I thought maybe-
just maybe-
a little small hope
trickling in the dark abyss I founded-
I could win?
I thought I could be a part of the top three-
those who are given the winning title?
Win
Won
What?
Was it worth it?
I was told by a whisper
by a friendly one at that,
that mine was a display of mockery
that it was the factor that caused
trembling hands
but also curious spirits
who rose from the dead I puppeteer.
sinful was my work
was the name it gave?
I will never know more than the tell tale words
others spoke without my knowledge till that friendly spirit
A cat at best shed the truth:
Teacher: I'm surprised anyone voted for this one-I would give it a zero at best. It doesn't have any symbolism of his themes. This is what not to do.
Note: It does; I just didn't write it out for him to see, I s y m b o l i z e d it.
Students: This is going to haunt my nightmares tonight
Students: I don't want it out on the halls, it's creepy
Note: Did they think I didn't mean to make in unnerving? I made it that was to s y m b o l i z e Edgar. Allan. Poe. Not some romanticized version of his talent.
I love art
of every medium,
language,
and genre.
Especially graphite
with the simplicity it's abilities could be perceived as falsely.
And it was not enough,
someone who drew a crow-
just
a
crow
(?)
did better than my work I spend hours on.
I deserved nothing is what my teacher said?
What did he want?
How could that instill learning?
Now I know
middle school
is a time I will gladly
forget in the abyss I create
with graphite.
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