CatharsisA Poem by Dadarian11Like ancient philosophers who coveted gold I play at alchemy with the lead of my soul converting darkness to luminance and ignoring the portents of the dangers that could occur. The serene porcelain masque that I wear shows a pretty glazed face where nothing is the matter and I, smiling on, buckle as my face crazes from willing my truer emotions out from within. Such molten slag of passion spills out in so many swells as if some great ocean of souls had been unleashed upon the shoal of what little remaining control I had.
© 2013 Dadarian11Author's Note
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Added on January 18, 2013 Last Updated on January 18, 2013 AuthorDadarian11CAAboutI am a college student who is in his last semester. I've always been interested in writing poetry. My earliest works were more angst driven teenager poems, but since then I've continued writing and ha.. more..Writing
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