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Poetry / Lone Individual
My, my...
I see you've come to me in a mirage of perfection:
You're hair so neatly pressed
Face clearly shaven of any trace
The scent of exspensive cologne
carefully sprinkled on that sculpted body
I see you've got that golden ticket:
Tucked away in those creased Armani's
Unappreciative of that Ivoy League School
that fortune has brought you...
The women must love you! People, respect you!
Yes, I challenge you!:
My words though don't come from
angst, bitterness or jealousy
They form from the awkward shape of
pitty, lonliness, compassion... and love.
I love you- but not for your brilliant good looks;
for you are a human being like I.
I respect you- not for your commanding presence
but for your dedication to hard work.
-Can you even concieve of such compassion??
Compassion that would draw you to respect me?
Compassion that shapes this diverse world round?
Compassion that gravitates you to love me like your brother?
Your gaze let's me know all too well-
I am not of you (yet I am!)
The truth is; that acceptance you so strive for
is of what I'd rather give
(a precurser to the dawn of my conception)
So in my unsung state, I ask you:
Have you ever known the true meaning of souly being alone?
Have you survived multiple drug addictions
by only six months of age?
Have you ever known such emmence love
that the tides of the oceans turned?
Have you ever created something so beautiful
it touched another's heart?
Have you ever played music so powerful
it makes people dance like they don't care?
Have you ever even known the power of expression?
Have you ever not feared death?
Have you ever felt an obligation to protect
regardless of any costs?
Have you ever wanted to heal the world?
Have you ever gotten a dirty look from a beautiful woman?
Have you ever been lower than dirt itself?
Have you ever seen the world through green eyes?
Well let me tell you
my brother, my fellow human being
whom we all share this earth
I have.
So be warned:
before you hand off another arrogant stare
before those cold eyes slay a weaker victim than I
before you smack away my outstretched arm
Everybody falls!
The truth is:
I haven't earned a golden ticket
but I am wiser than you
I don't possess a fit, sculpted body
but I am stronger than you
I don't buy exspensive cologne
yet women seem to love my scent naturally
My face isn't always clearly shaven
but I carry an undying love for kindness
My hair may not always be neat
but music has been a life-long companion of mine
The truth is
the sword of rightousness
shall cut you where you stand
The truth is
...you should fear me
For I am the tears you hold inside
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“Face clearly shaven of any trace
The scent of exspensive cologne”
There, ‘exspensive’ should be ‘expensive’
“Unappreciative of that Ivoy League School
‘Ivoy’ should be ‘Ivy’
“Have you ever known such emmence love”
‘emmence’ should be ‘immense’
” I don’t buy exspensive cologne
yet women seem to love my scent naturally
My face isn’t always clearly shaven”
‘Exspensive’ = Expensive
Clearly = Cleanly, I think
All of that aside, which are at their core absolutely negligible as you still manage to perfectly get your point across, my favorite line is:
Have you ever seen the world through green eyes?
Something about that I seem to find extremely powerful. Like, it’s clear that you mean more than just green in color. I really can’t place my finger on it but that line speaks to me
And I find the rest of the poem to just be extremely enjoyable. I’ll be checking out the rest of your works :)
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