My desk

by Sinister Soire   Oct 27, 2005


I haven't written in a long time so forgive the poor structure.

The desks of this world are my life
They represent everything that I am
They are my every day and every night
I am an extension of my desk
At school my desk is my stress, my anxiety
At home; my freedom and my love
My creative easel and my paper pallet
Through these desks I am connected to my world
My world of wires and ink
Of plasma and paper
Of plastic and rubber
My desk is solid
A foundation for my life
And when I am lost
With my
Desk
I am
Together

copyright 2005 © Logan brown

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  • 19 years ago

    by Lindsey Bosse

    This is the one you showed me but I was dead and still sobbing I am sure...I understand it now and like how you used a desk as a connector to school and home, it is something a reader can cling too because we all know what a desk it...it anchors us when we (the readers) start to loose control of adding our person in your place and forgetting that this is yours and we shouldn't make it ours...it was great Logan...you haven't lost it...please don't let where you are stop your soul from spilling out onto paper or a little box where you can type or from any type of artistic expression...lov u

  • 19 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    I fail to see the poor structure, m'dear. This write is very creative and original and amazingly well done. You still have it after so long of writing and not writing (and I still envy you). I know how you feel with the desks, I do feel quite similar, but I would never know how to write about it. You have pure talent, sunshine. Take care and keep your head up. xxx

    Love always,
    Sarah.x.

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