Hollowed
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We speak our minds
Through censored lips
The tyrant reigns
Have their grip
To save our souls
We build our walls
To separate the truth
From what flows
Pouring out the rhetoric
Approved by those
With their same tricks
Empowerment has only allowed
All those others hollowed ground
A pit ... a cavity where they once slept
In happiness and without regret
However now they've lost their ways
But we ... oh we ... live
Behind our barricades
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A brief on why I wrote this:
I wrote this in under 3 minutes on the day I started this page and joined the community.
I wrote this to express how I feel that some people have adapted and assimilated into their societies, while others have created borders.
We have created a way to separate ourselves and hold yourself still true and honest to our own soul. Yet abiding by
the rules of the land we 'choose' to live in.
It is important to understand that it is necessary and good to abide by these rules, as much as it is necessary to know yourself well and never forget what is on the inside of those walls, and what it means to you.
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It is a saddened day that all walk at a point in their life where they no longer feel a need to share, just a distant desire all but snuffed from their own mortality.
I am not looking for a single sexually oriented exchange of conversation. If you are incapable of the desire to see truth, then yes I will judge you and your deficit and ask that you enjoy my conversation or move on.
I am not here to coddle
I am not here to care
I am selfish, and indifferent to the core of my existence. For, I do not know you.
I have planted the seeds for the rest of my existence, with the one I've plucked from society. I have found the piece of land I shall die on - you offer me only intelligent thought.
* I utilize my poetic journal, and plan to read other's expressions.
