A glimmer, a hint, a suggestion
of something you might see...
is a spark, a flash, an ignition
of whom you are soon to be.
With the hope, the passion, the discovery
of the long-awaited arrival,
it lights your eyes, your face -your lips
curved in the glorious twitch of a smile.
Denying, resisting, accepting
you fight to become recognized.
wondering, Waiting, anticipating,
society watches her views epitomized.
In your words, your thoughts, your actions
you have lost sense of all you were.
Through the lies, the schemes, the hate
All truth and integrity smeared to unconcious blur.
A contest entry
- It's Not Okay to Smile. by Fosh.
350 points, ended July 5, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow, I liked the way you worded this piece, it made it flow beautifully. Nice write.
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