Instruction: Try to withhold anything rash,
Do not lash out (or in).
Lie that the bittersweet bitterness does not
Leak from the roof of the mouth
And drip to the tongue.
Pretend that the miles of eddys of water
Do not create a sepia existance
Where lungs are restricted to the barest, shallowest breath.
Decieve everyone;
Tell them that everything floats on the surface
And point to the tip of the iceberg,
Where the jokers and clowns are successfully fooled,
And even the sirens are lured in by the act.
Frown.
Speculate.
No one has seen through the disguise.
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welcome to allpoetry
You have some great lines and metaphors written here. Excellent flow to your thoughts as well. I enjoyed reading. I hope you will continue to write and share.
~Kristy -
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Thanks for the comment, thats my first poem on here and i appreciate feedback!
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