Puppeteering Creations Valued at Zero

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 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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