I am aware of the prejudice that confides in every one, I'm aware of the treachery that stares you directly in the eyes as your mouth, drips lies, I'm aware of your gentleness the way your pointy nose stops to smell the roses and the way your ears perk up at the sound of a thunder storm on the way and the way you chuckle at my face when it's twisted out of place. you seem sweet and kind in the eyes of any person that has an ability to tell time but your darkness does not share the same light...I'm aware of the way you twist at certain words, the way you stir in place waiting for the day that you can pounce in someone else's place, the way your religious... though you laugh in gods face. I'm aware of the way that manipulation pours out of you like a gentle stream that meets sweet forest green that allows you to never take accountability for anything and I'm aware of the way you shudder when you see my face because you are made out of deceit and visage and I'm made out of truth and candor. You are afraid that I'm aware of the monster that thrashes within you and you are aware of me being able to swipe off that mask that lurks above you.
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Poetry For The Amorphous
PoetryJust simple words to explain such larger aspects and variations of the feelings we need to relate too. I'm using this platform to represent hard times but beautiful times as well. I write when I have a overwhelming feeling that needs to be expressed...