Some poems about Graffiti
Broken
Walking in the shadow of fear
Drowning endlessly by a single tear
Running along side of self-discover
Fearing the loss of self-recovery.
Is this fame?
Fame and fortune
Or the other way around?
Now I'm hanging here
Unable to make a sound.
I once were cool
Flying higher than birds.
Now this picture
Says more than words.
Graffiti Cars
They disturb and they smell
Some are Germans yelling
Schnell, schnell, schnell!
Cars are big and even though
People paint them, see it go!
Tall
I will rise
After every fall
I will rise
and stand even more tall
I will rise
over the wall
I will rise
above them all