Graffiti

by Indian Comma Bean   Apr 27, 2008


Reflected passion
Off a dull concrete wall.
Words slick and ashen,
Written down the backstreet hall.

Scrawled by prismatic ink,
Impermeable liquid words on brick.
So stylish yet it makes you think,
How do they do it, what's the trick.

Flashy designs,
Worded disguise,
Uncovered signs,
In a hoodrats' eyes.

Society shuns it, even forbids it,
As artists continue to express.
The law won't permit it, Not even a bit,
Of what these martyrs possess.

Reflected passion
Off a dull concrete wall.
Words slick and ashen,
Written down the backstreet hall.

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  • 16 years ago

    by MELI

    WOW THIS IS REALLY GOOD... ii ALWAYS WONDERED HOW THEY DO IT TOO AND WHEN I ASKED ONE OF MY FRIENDS SHE SAiiD "EVERY WRiiTER HAS A STORY AND THAT iS HOW THEY TELL iiT..." THEY EXPRESS WHAT THEYVE BEEN THROUGH WiiTH ~ART~ ii LOVE iiT! GREAT POEM =]

  • 16 years ago

    by jane

    Really good one of the best you are a very good writer

  • 16 years ago

    by claire

    Bloody brilliant mate! i love it! and your right i mean i always wonder how they do it. they should allow it on public property (as long as its not like famous cause in italy theres like graffiti on the statues and its kind of wierd). n i like how the verses are different - most poems its like theyre all exactly the same,but in this its more like a song or something, where they rhythms change

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