Who are you to tell me “no”, <br />And who are you to speak for those <br />Whose minds are resisting your control? <br />Knowledgeable criticism comes from open minds <br /> and creativity. <br />It’s not constructive when played by conformity. <br />Rearranging the picture to what you want to see, <br />or how you want it to go. <br />I, unlike you, don’t write for show. <br />I write the truth, <br />of how I perceive it to be. <br />My roaring thunder creates the storm. <br />I am heard loud and clear in my chaotic form. <br />Expression does not hold expectation, <br />that is the missed punctuation – <br />or maybe it’s just us, <br />who don’t understand the brake-ridden bus <br />that continues dangerously <br />between the black and white lines. <br />Or maybe it’s just me, <br />who has the ability <br />to provoke true emotion <br />by writing with holes of creativity <br />leaving it open for interpretation and imagination. <br />Maybe it’s them. <br />Them who have experienced the array of colors <br />of life’s emotional spectrum; <br />those who don’t beat to the sound of your drum. <br />I saw you standing at the sea. <br />Pleased by your thoughts, concrete, you let it be. <br />“It is a sea, with a shore, <br /> on the coast of Singapore, <br /> where I breathed lifeless detail. <br /> O Ye. T’was 1854” <br />Well, while you were there, drowning in your simplicity, <br />I, sir, was diving into the sea, <br />letting my abstract emotions get the best of me, <br /> introducing the heart to feel beyond what your eye can see.<br /><br />Jaymie Lanera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-walk-in-someone-else-s-shoes/
