By Talin Mari
I write in the dark like the avant-garde,
Moving from café to café without regard.
With my coffee cup always on my side,
I write feverishly throughout the night.
My dreams and ambitions floating about,
One word at a time I think is only allowed.
Chaos forms as I think of the past times,
Write, write, write them all in these lines.
No longer caring about a given structure,
I am the avant-garde destined to revolt.
The rhymes becomes non-existent here,
As I realize that it is I that am the change.
Rise up and create your own destination,
Be your own life’s unconventional rebel.
These are the thoughts that run rampant,
As I write in the dark like an avant-garde.