Paradox PersonifiedA Poem by Ohhhwillow23/11/12 I find writing within myself, can you see me within the writing? Language is beautiful, but it will never really reflect what's in our heads even when used by the most careful tongues
The cruel tragedy is ours,
An undignified declaration of emotion Surging - Like the tongue that dances on tomorrow's headline - Is all we have to offer, From first breath to fateful death. This is a shade of the most transparent lake. My words are not as I desired. They will never be cryptic cyanide - Just an empty casket; A vacant face I can't replace despite it's failure. My pages become paradox personified. Behind the ink I hide but still appear, A distorted trace of truth Within a blissful fiction. © 2013 OhhhwillowAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2012Last Updated on November 13, 2013 AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more.. |

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