This is how life has always been:
Wake up.
Wash, brush, dress,
And put on the armor.
The armor is the most visible thing about me
To everyone around me.
My shield is also my weapon,
Because my eyes spit poison.
It repels anyone wishing to approach me.
My eyes.
My steady march and stern back,
Why, that just adds to the fuel.
I am armed and I am willing,
This,
This is the message I protrude.
How has this come to be, that I have never seen,
Never noticed that I instantaneously escape inside of myself,
And a warrior stands in my place
The very moment I fumble or hesitate...
Until now...
Eighteen years later?
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mm, a play of words perhaps, night:knight, I love this whatever the case may be. Your portrayal of not only a mask but a defense system based around a heart of stone is exquisite. Well done. -CC
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Umm. How does this have anything to do with the nighttime? I'm just asking.
Other than that it was really good.
Dax
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Well... I think I put it in the contest cuz I wrote it at night lol. sorry. that was a totally lame idea XD. Thank you though, for your comment. and time.
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You are welcome.
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I have been in this place and I am 50 years old so yeah it is something I don every day anymore and did every day of my life from the time I was 5 onwards. This is a very familiar freind. You did an excellent job on this write it portrayed how many of us put on that plastic smile for all to see. Thank you for sharing.
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your amor is the only thing protecting you from the outher would.. it's hard and sometimes not funny to throw that amor away but i did and someone loves me for it and still others hate me for it.. there's a invisible rule says that you can't morally throw rocks at one who isn't wearing amor. That's propuly one of the reasons why i'm hated by some.. nice poem as i see it about ones protection from outcoming rocks being thrown at you..
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Thank you for your comment. Im glad it worked out : )
I am in the process of throwing off my armor. that is the reason for this poem, actually.
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As I read this I could see a soul trying to hide behind
an armor to protect from the outside world..perhaps
not wishing to get hurt. A good write.
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i like it.
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interesting.
this poem seems very..tired with despair at the very end,
thats what I get out of it. <3
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