Eyes from all around,
just waiting,
just staring,
until I let out a sound.
Mouth covered,
secured,
ensured
I will not talk,
I tell myself,
I will not let them
My eyes can not see,
mouth can not taste,
my nose can not smell
Yet my fingers can still feel.
The textrure, everywhere,
as slimy as an eel
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was going through randoms words I don't fully understand yet in english! So I thought why not write poetry about these words? It's simple yet nice
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Random words but makes perfect sense. It is very relatable. I like it
Oh dear, I sure hope it isn't relatable, i wish you the best of luck!
I meant relatable in the way that you sometimes have jumbled up words and writing a poem is the best way to get those words out.
ahh, I apoligise! I'm not the best with context
Some words just feel in a visceral way and that often feels depraved or perverse by association. Well done
Thank you! I am experimenting a lot with new words, I feel like I am starting to get more comfortable with writing english poetry!
You are most welcome I admire your attempts I know how difficult it is to write in a foreign tongue having tried it a couple of times myself.
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