The Feeling

January 8, 2014
By lreeves GOLD, BALTIMORE, Maryland
lreeves GOLD, BALTIMORE, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
who i am is not in the definition of ur beliefs
i have every right to keep my head held high and regonize
my beauty both mentally and physically..
you dont define me
you've never been webster and you will never be god.
i am a complex being and
my true beauty lies in my state of mind.
physically, i can be all that
but i want ur eyes to see my mind,
your ears to hear my thoughts
and regonize my knowledge
i am poetry...
feel the words that slips off my lips
the emotion that drips off my ink
embrace the aura in every syllable that is written.
Now watch me bring my emotions into your imagination.
it is who i am, i am poetry.

It's the late hours of the night,
when the sun finds its resting place behind the moon.
The silence stirs his mind into rants.
It babbles, and all he can do is listen.
His face, on the inside is constorted,
He can picture it well even being
masked with the pitch blackness.
And then the feeling creeps from the tip of his toes
tingling the edges of his body, yes he knows it well.
The feeling, it comes in at the wee hours of the night
keeping his company saying nothing at all.It rocks him in a fetal position, allowing him to hug the silence of the dark.
it babbles and vent and it hurts. The feeling has welled up into a knot at back of his throat and he's dying to break the silence, but it speaks much too loud. It holds him and loaths him.

The author's comments:
The feel of loneliness

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