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| - In monotone voices expressions and contortions of our feelings, to sharing our beliefs in poetry Lessons I appear enthusiastic about However, behind the warmest haze, behind this ever-empty gaze that I use as a mask, a habbit now, there are opinions and feelings that I can't allow to peak through the many cracks in my facade So do you, my dearest peers, truely believe I am capable, let alone willing, to commit such a crime?? Am I doomed to write words of which I can weave no message because I am to do as I am told in a society so blind? I cannot bear any longer to let such things slide of nature just to hide
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| - In monotone voices expressions and contortions of our feelings, to sharing our beliefs in poetry Lessons I appear enthusiastic about However, behind the warmest haze, behind this ever-empty gaze that I use as a mask, a habbit now, there are opinions and feelings that I can't allow to peak through the many cracks in my facade So do you, my dearest peers, truely believe I am capable, let alone willing, to commit such a crime?? Am I doomed to write words of which I can weave no message because I am to do as I am told in a society so blind? I cannot bear any longer to let such things slide I will not speak with such fake smiles of nature just to hide my disgust for your expectations that are, unfortunately, the norm I cannot and will not lie to people anymore Of those who gather in such places, sadness hidden from their faces; In their eyes, a fleeting dream that I shall deliver a message true I cannot and will not lie for you So please, just this once I will beg: do not walk away Do not pine for an easy way out, away from the majority's prying gaze I feel I, at least, deserve one thing; an answer to a question An answer that eludes me Whilst I run from my desention Tell me this, my dearest peers, for I've been waiting far too long to hear your reasoning for expecting me to live in constant fear To think I'd use such empty words, to use such empty gestures? Am I to speak with false passion words of false hope forever? I cannot and will not lie to myself Stanzas and rhymes, with beats and chimes are parts of poetry, true But what good would such details be if no meaning shone through? How can poetry exist; How can it be written if the author has no inspiration, but is forced instead to listen? To learn and do, to speak and think like any other poet, just like everyone else? How can you expect me to comprehend those feelings I've not felt?? Stanzas and rhymes, with beats are timed to be focused on, on cue But what good are all these attributes if no meaning can shine through? I cannot and will not lie to people anymore I cannot and will not lie for you To: The Minority With love, from Normalcy, who is much weaker and more vulnerable than even itself makes it out to be I cannot and will not lie to myself I cannot and will not lie for you PostForums: Index > User Poetry > Poetry Lesson?
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