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You know what they say...Everything I learned about life I learned from the writing on the bathroom stalls.
I learned politics from the graffiti, denouncing presidents, mocking society, insulting people I've never met or heard of.
I learned sarcasm from the graffiti insulting graffiti, penmanship from the scribbled words,
hate from the scribbled "Fuck you" in large but near illegible words, sex from the description of why you should call the number on the wall.
Everything I learned about love I learned from the writing on the bathroom stalls.
I learned the good sides, the lopsided hearts with names on either end, "Lisa heart Eddie."
I learned the nasty sides from the angry words, exposing cheaters and liars, crying words, shouting words.
And I learned about a lack of love when I tried to call the number, and the woman on the other end yelled at me for calling to talk.
Everything I learned about family I learned from the writing on the bathroom stalls.
Because the word's were my parents, the letters my brothers
A bit ironicI cant write a poem about you.
I realized this while trying to.
I will never be able to write a poem about you
Because poems require expressing feeling
And frankly I dont know how I feel about you.
Ive tried to describe my feelings for you many times
But every time I fumble with my words and trip over my syllables
Neither my fingers typing
Nor my mouth and tongue
Not even my brain and neurons
Can ever explain my feelings
So no matter how hard I try
I can never write the poem for you
And no matter how much it seems to be
This poem is not for you.
Ill never write a poem for you.
TeethTwisted teeth run in my family, twisted and broken teeth like a falling down wall.
When I was a small child my father would point to my two crooked front teeth and tell me they were his, and show me his own teeth, crooked just like mine. I run my my tongue along those crooked teeth, one of the few good gifts my father gave me.
My mothers jaw is worse, her wisdom teeth twisting, twisting like screws until they had to be removed, cut from her jaw like an unwanted growth. Mama hates her teeth because they rob us, steal our money, give it to the dentists who dont need it.
My brothers mouth is like mine, both ours twisting a little, my fathers teeth clashing with my mothers teeth, filling with holes like little caves. Both of our wisdom teeth are wrong and sideways, not very wise are they? They must be stupid if they cant even grow, too lazy to get up off their sides.
My lazy stupid teeth will be removed soon, leaving only my mothers and my father
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