once you've identified yourself as a misanthrope,
the saliva in your mouth thickens like a lap-dog,
the perpetual grinding of the mouth ceases,
and a sort of comatose sets in.
the mind is empty, yet exhilarated by the idea of separation-
like a bird's first flight,focus is drawn towards staying high.
a friend cannot be identified until individuality is spotted. once traits emerge from their shells, a misanthrope can manipulate these traits and add them to their personality facade.
the hatred settles in your bones, projects through your eyes, and an encompassing numbness fillets your body whole. the true disgust for mankind, makes a man his own enemy.
Author notes
or in this case a woman.
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by the way
I am considered a misanthropist now and then, because I do not socialize with many people. But it’s only my mind that avoids you. My heart is still with you, and seeks the distance so that it can keep on loving you” -
i really like how the objectivity in the tone goes with the emotion in the imagery. its beautifully unsettling
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once traits emerge from their shells
loved that line. there were some areas where the phrasing was weird or something was off but I couldn't really identify what it was enough to even mention it. it's so weird that we are nearly the same age, your writing seems so much more mature than mine
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well, i didn't really plan on it being anything, this was actually a journal entry. just thoughts.
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oh, then ignore what I said about awkward phrasing, etc. journal phrasing and poetry phrasing are different.
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i probably should have mentioned that in the notes, but oh well.
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