I’m white flag floundering around,
a fish with a hook in my mouth
a liar in a life imitates art museum
words dandelion roaring in concrete
reaching up to a beer bottle sun
Do you miss the silence when it’s gone?
we’re getting warmer, an open scene
hauled to the desert for water
spitting sour wine out instead
reel me back onto shore please
all is soft inside
I’m done already
this is all I am
this is all I am
all I am
is not the end
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. nostalgia and other affairs of the heart).
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions


Comments (4)
You convey freedom of speech that I like!💚
Stunning imagery! "Do you miss the silence when it’s gone?" That line in particular and where it's placed in the poem hits hard. Loved this one!
Such a powerful line "a liar in a life imitates art museum." That speaks VOLUMES! Great to read this as it makes one really think.
The imagery is outstanding, another fantastic poem