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 helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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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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