my soul is pulling my physical form between two worlds
seclusion and exposure
I'm conscious of what the conscience brings
or shall I say attract
similar to a magnetic field from my body thats detached
shattering the mere elements of things
a force so disruptive
any wall constructed to fuck up this is stunted
I ask myself after each reoccurrence
do I want this?
to be an effect?
to be a frequency?
a vibration?
or to allow an uncorrelated propensity to be ripping at me, creating a separation
to place me in two places, to give me two faces
one hidden behind a veil or upheld sweatshirt
or one blank forbidden to ridden what it compels
the secrets a face can't tell
a mystery so oblivious
no conclusion can be drawn we have no pencils, pens, or markers
my father said that, "poetry is a window to the soul"
life is shading mine darker
I loathe at jokes that provoke hopeless techniques
between the tweets on your timeline i emerged only to sneak in calmly and meek // e.b.
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life in color
Poetrythe beginning of a new chapter of my life after a summer of observation and well- needed isolation with the addition of a genuine boyfriend. a poetic photograph of Aug 2016 - Oct 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
