O' I take Emotion
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  • Reads 462
  • Votes 97
  • Parts 50
  • Time 44m
Complete, First published Mar 26, 2014
I posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample

I take a look around

and I see not faces

but places

places were faces are hid

hid behind

 

the women wear make-up to fulfill desires of their worth

and to fulfill mens' distorted and impure lust

the men wear masks of flesh to fulfill their rankings

and to fulfill womens' false hopes and distorted dreams

 

oh how the world would look without these masks

yet this a dream forever unfilled

and placed in hopeless utopian minds

 

yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize

make-up is mistake that we try to make up for with more of it

yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize

masks of flesh is a slash upon our own veins and only digs the hole deeper

 

oh how we perpetuate what we hate most

oh how we elevate what we loathe most

 

take off the mask, the unbreakable mask of unbreaking

wash off the waterproof make-up, designed to make-up

take of the mask, and see the face

see a face

see your face

and see how much you hate it

and how much purer, prettier,

and how much manlier, magnificent,

it is

compared to slime you coat your face with

compared to lies you smear your face with

yet how much better how much safer it is than the safety of the crowd

the crowd of the masquerade

 

take it off and take your pride

and break it

take your hate and burn it hotter

and live free-er

and with your hate

pour it into change

change yourself

possible this is

not to make the genes change

but to make the grace change

make the grace grow

and in it live

 

no matter the strength of the hate
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