self-awarenessA Poem by Ariana PapastergiouFirst upload. This is part of a small collection of poems which I am currently trying to compose. I don't want to give any further description. It means what you think it means. Thank you.-self-awareness- If I know you just a bit, the touch of your loving hand as you slam it upon the stage of this world is welcome To this same world I see you present illusions of hundred colors just in case I miss an inch of you Though it's my eyes' job to stay open at all times and not close if rain decides to paint the sky a darker shade Like windows during springtime it's their job to remain open Others' eyes sadden me not for most of them are sad and ignorant Their mouths state the obvious for you to repeat, but you do not indulge them You water them with thought, in hopes they gradually bloom Black tears upon my cheeks, dripping curiosity in liquid form Those eyes of mine avoiding others of the same youth for the galaxies within your blue windows are all I want when looking for that fix I' m not ruled by rules If I know myself at all
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Added on October 12, 2017 Last Updated on October 12, 2017 AuthorAriana PapastergiouAthens, GreeceAboutName's Ariana / 18 years alive, bothering everyone / dances in public areas if the music is good / writes stuff that probably no one understands / draws sketches to calm down / adores Shakespeare and .. more..Writing
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