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"microexpressions" poems
Playground. Just the two of us. Hyperaware of the nuances. Guiding subtle changes in your mood with my selection of music. I take note of the microexpressions you make involuntarily. “Why did you want to see me today?” I grab the cold metal pole and drag my weight on it, spin around. “I was hoping you might have some answers for me.”
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
neobotanist
Intricacies of Awareness
Playground. Just the two of us. Hyperaware of the nuances. Guiding subtle changes in your mood with my selection of music. I take note of the microexpressions you make involuntarily. “Why did you want to see me today?” I grab the cold metal pole and drag my weight on it, spin around. “I was hoping you might have some answers for me.”
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I see your smile, Peeking from under your lowered head Whenever my voice, Like sweet honeysuckle glittering in sunlight, Utters sentences like serenades, Just for you I notice these nuances Little details everyone misses My eyes are like crystals, My mind, a sponge Absorbing every angle of you, All the myriad microexpressions, Bleeding through your face, It's a pattern I'm trying to track and decipher, And yet, I am no scientist, I am merely A woman deluded With love. Then there is my friend, She is older, Called plain by some, But I like her And yet When I found out a few days ago That she likes you, Possibly adores you My stomach erupted into distress My thoughts a stewing mess I tried to undress her every word, Trying to figure out her motive for her loving you, I concluded she is merely repeating a cycle that has burned her before, Seeking comfort in various men, They give her everything short of commitment I saw her keep looking over at you I sat still, So as to not have the anger welling within me spill She tried to hard in subtle ways, I could read clearly, How she was feeling Yet whenever I spoke A smile on your face awoke You're just friendly, That what she said And all the girls like you, Anyway You look deeply into everyone's eyes, Possibly because you like to glimpse beyond the disguise You smile and laugh and are free! And you are everything to me! Yet, maybe you can't see, Will she distract you, Will she take you away from me, Her eagerness is profuse, Dripping through her every pore, Yet I'll just sit back, To observe and discern, The outcome and intentions of your heart.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
seariver
*Smile*
I see your smile, Peeking from under your lowered head Whenever my voice, Like sweet honeysuckle glittering in sunlight, Utters sentences like serenades, Just for you I notice these nuances Little details everyone misses My eyes are like crystals, My mind, a sponge Absorbing every angle of you, All the myriad microexpressions, Bleeding through your face, It's a pattern I'm trying to track and decipher, And yet, I am no scientist, I am merely A woman deluded With love. Then there is my friend, She is older, Called plain by some, But I like her And yet When I found out a few days ago That she likes you, Possibly adores you My stomach erupted into distress My thoughts a stewing mess I tried to undress her every word, Trying to figure out her motive for her loving you, I concluded she is merely repeating a cycle that has burned her before, Seeking comfort in various men, They give her everything short of commitment I saw her keep looking over at you I sat still, So as to not have the anger welling within me spill She tried to hard in subtle ways, I could read clearly, How she was feeling Yet whenever I spoke A smile on your face awoke You're just friendly, That what she said And all the girls like you, Anyway You look deeply into everyone's eyes, Possibly because you like to glimpse beyond the disguise You smile and laugh and are free! And you are everything to me! Yet, maybe you can't see, Will she distract you, Will she take you away from me, Her eagerness is profuse, Dripping through her every pore, Yet I'll just sit back, To observe and discern, The outcome and intentions of your heart.
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