meh-tuh-faw

Thesaurus, thuh-saw-ruhs,

from the Greek word, thēsauros:

a treasury.

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Rebel in a cell,

it riots the tyranny of my silence.

It plucks the cords of its binding,

the plica vocalis,

it strikes a chord.

And when my quiet locks it in,

it seeps through walls of

eyes and skin.

I can’t keep this in.

Emotion, uh-mow-shn,

from the Latin word, emovere:

to move.

Magnetic,

compulsive,

this is possession.

This is inertia’s rule,

motion at the mercy of force.

It sees it course

and moves me.

Take me to the treasury.

This force demands to be felt.

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This poem is part of a project titled, 'Tell Me How You Really Feel'.

See the rest of the project here.