Fringes

I live on the fringes
I hide in the dark
My home is in alleyways
or deep in the park

I breathe contradiction
The web of my words
are born for confusion
I am the absurd

I’ll never be like you
We are not the same
You’re just some dear kindling
while I am the flame

I live on the fringes
I’ll never be seen
You’re here in the moment
while I’m in between

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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14 Responses to Fringes

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    At last…a poem about a hedgehog.

  2. I THINK THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. bgbowers says:

    “The web of my words” – great image 🙂

  4. sknicholls says:

    A place I much prefer to mainstream….

  5. I am the absurd too lol

  6. Love especially “I breathe contradiction
    The web of my words”

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