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Conform
Not
Prudence turned passionate
Flames on her skin
Violation occurs
Passion forcefully reversed to prudence
With rapt attention she turned off the beat of her heart, her mind breaking down blood, muscle and bones to crash her heart’s adherence.
Despair became her companion
Tear stained eyes became her appearance
As she turned from soul seeker to misanthrope, on terms of misinformation
She betrayed love
Yet,
Without him she hated the world. She hated breathing.
For he wasn’t there to inhale.
As she allowed his absence, embarrassed by the enormity of forbidden feeling
Her flames grew paradoxically stronger; her lane of pain grew longer.
As her humanity poured through the colander holes of her soul, she loved him more.
All that ran through her thoughts was the period of rein to her passions
Every breath a new dimension
Every word spoken to him, a deep discovery
For them he symbolized reputation tarnish. Decay of existence as per born
For them he initiated metamorphoses in direction negative
For them he poured slur on a shiny name.
And so they dubbed him wily, cunning to be exact
So much time disparaging this involuntary mass of love
Depriving deep pleasure made her ill, for her heart’s health lied in his hands.
In her peripheral, all truly visible was her unsurpassable joy in his presence
Thought
Thought
Thought, through and through
Suddenly her integrity to love instilled contemplative repose.
Meek she turned at the site of his intimidating glare
But strong she emerged, ready, to combat for her comradeship
Papa, I love him. My heart calls for no other.
Don’t look at me that way
One cannot switch off one’s existence
For I exist to be so much
But he intensifies my strength of loving
My strength of being, of seeing, of feeling
I fly when I am with him
Don’t you see the wings on my back? His love glued them on.
Wherefore shall you not leave your conventional wisdom?
You live at a tortoise pace.
I live to run the passion race. I live to be alive. If need be so, if thou does not allow me to feel as I feel
Please bid adieu, as I can be what I feel
Set me free, Papa. I have turned into myself
And am not just a mere reflection of you anymore
Allow my emancipation. Forever you cannot protect.
I love him
Don’t you see?
Have you not the visual of blood turned fuel in my veins?
Or the air combusting at a rate only true emotion can enable?
Unwilling you are to tolerate phenomena
You in your cement totality
Please allow your mind to grow on my plea
I shall be no hypocrite anymore
Love deserves only bravery.
Written by: Lize Kubersky
17/08/2006
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I am a young Namibian writer. My aim is to sensitize the readers of this online publication with the art community of Namibia. It is vital that the world witnesses the growth of the art and culture section of society. Please share my appreciation.
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FANTASTIC Ryan | May 12th, 2009
I joined TakingITGlobal just so I could make this comment. Your poem came up on Google when I googled "Conform Not"... not what I was looking for, but I like your poem quite a lot.
Favorite Lines: "Suddenly her integrity to love instilled contemplative repose" and "Wherefore shall you not leave your conventional wisdom?"
Not-so-favorite-lines: "Don’t you see the wings on my back? His love glued them on." (The glue bit is a bit choppy and also corny)
But this is all just my two cents...
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