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Guest Articles | An Innocent Guilt

By: George Eno
We should sleep until we float away. We must leave our shadows behind. No cares and doubts, just us. Like travelers on a quixotic quest, unsure of where we are headed, or what lurks within, our hearts would guide us, our path, stained with memories that would lead us away from the night. Are we in love or lust? Young and wild, we are immune to pain. Our footprints trailing ignorantly, our emotions concealing this darkness. Proud rebels, we conquered the world. We couldn’t wake up because this was our existence. As uncertainty led us, we believed that we ran away from our wrongs. Then the good times turned sour, we knew it would tear us apart.

It’s easy to say we had it all, youth, laughter and time. With each becoming a burden, we couldn’t begin to explain. The summery sun, the warmth, the feeling to be alive made our bones stride whimsically and forced our habits to beckon greedily. These crispy sheets, clean with memories, masks pain, lies and delusions with tangled moments. Moments blinded with passion that deepens our emotions, making us build empires between what we “could be” and “should be”. The voices in our heads waiting for the perfect time to strike, hinting towards a future, somewhere in nowhere, non-existent to the mortal mind. Rendering our resistance weak, making our escape inevitable. We dreamt of this place, tranquil without darkness and filth.

Basking in the euphoria of our love;

with each red light we confronted, we danced
and kissed.

We made sweet love off ecstatic shots.

We came alive through our raging passions and vile fantasies.

We ran through these doors which revealed the world; vast and worth exploring, enticing our bodies.

We could not object, but we were not weak, our futures dared us.

Some would think we were irrational, no! We were just scared.

Scared that we would leave this world unfulfilled, the very essence of life untapped.

No one sees these shadows that hover, no one understands us.

This guilt won’t consume us, our love will not falter.

Though it is twisted and keeps burning in our minds, we can’t be consumed.

It gets harder to hold on but to set ourselves free, we will forge hope from our weakness and we will hammer our dreams into reality. We are prepared to fight for what we believe in, no longer will we doubt ourselves, we will no longer be afraid because we will find the perfect place where our hearts will forever be in sync.

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    […] You’re about to read a really deep poem. I had no idea what inspired the author to write this until he told me. Still, it was nice speculating. If you’d like to know the meaning behind this poem, please check back in a few days. With the author’s permission, I intend to include a hyperlink to the author’s inspiration so that you’ll gasp and wow whether or not your thoughts aligned with the author’s. Enjoy! Misunderstood Everywhere is the farthest my body has ever been Feathers soaked in tar, bodies longing to feel the world Despite mute talks and stares I’ve always felt powerful, in control of my explicit deeds Naysayers, hypocrites and ‘know it all’s’ have judged Bestowing sentences without paying attention to the facts My dignity lies bare for the world to see I’m lost, inadvertently in a moment of trust or lust ‘Love won’t pay the bills’ I retort This market, filled with willing souls yearning to reach its peak Pleasures whether fake or real keeps the pain at bay Talented hands warm in the cold Lips familiar but strangely conveying sensual nostalgia Dollar bills falling: our exotic ticket to paradise My body feels premium love here, what a shame. By: George Eno More by this Guest Author: Current State of All, A Second Disguise, An Innocent Guilt. […]

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    […] You’re about to read a really deep poem. I had no idea what inspired the author to write this until he told me. Still, it was nice speculating. If you’d like to know the meaning behind this poem, please check back in a few days. With the author’s permission, I intend to include a hyperlink to the author’s inspiration so that you’ll gasp and wow whether or not your thoughts aligned with the author’s. Enjoy! Misunderstood Everywhere is the farthest my body has ever been Feathers soaked in tar, bodies longing to feel the world Despite mute talks and stares I’ve always felt powerful, in control of my explicit deeds Naysayers, hypocrites and ‘know it all’s’ have judged Bestowing sentences without paying attention to the facts My dignity lies bare for the world to see I’m lost, inadvertently in a moment of trust or lust ‘Love won’t pay the bills’ I retort This market, filled with willing souls yearning to reach its peak Pleasures whether fake or real keeps the pain at bay Talented hands warm in the cold Lips familiar but strangely conveying sensual nostalgia Dollar bills falling: our exotic ticket to paradise My body feels premium love here, what a shame. By: George Eno More by this Guest Author: Current State of All, A Second Disguise, An Innocent Guilt. […]

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    […] You’re about to read a really deep poem. I had no idea what inspired the author to write this until he told me. Still, it was nice speculating. If you’d like to know the meaning behind this poem, please check back in a few days. With the author’s permission, I intend to include a hyperlink to the author’s inspiration so that you’ll gasp and wow whether or not your thoughts aligned with the author’s. Enjoy! Misunderstood Everywhere is the farthest my body has ever been Feathers soaked in tar, bodies longing to feel the world Despite mute talks and stares I’ve always felt powerful, in control of my explicit deeds Naysayers, hypocrites and ‘know it all’s’ have judged Bestowing sentences without paying attention to the facts My dignity lies bare for the world to see I’m lost, inadvertently in a moment of trust or lust ‘Love won’t pay the bills’ I retort This market, filled with willing souls yearning to reach its peak Pleasures whether fake or real keeps the pain at bay Talented hands warm in the cold Lips familiar but strangely conveying sensual nostalgia Dollar bills falling: our exotic ticket to paradise My body feels premium love here, what a shame. By: George Eno More by this Guest Author: Current State of All, A Second Disguise, An Innocent Guilt. […]

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    […] You’re about to read a really deep poem. I had no idea what inspired the author to write this until he told me. Still, it was nice speculating. If you’d like to know the meaning behind this poem, please check back in a few days. With the author’s permission, I intend to include a hyperlink to the author’s inspiration so that you’ll gasp and wow whether or not your thoughts aligned with the author’s. Enjoy! Misunderstood Everywhere is the farthest my body has ever been Feathers soaked in tar, bodies longing to feel the world Despite mute talks and stares I’ve always felt powerful, in control of my explicit deeds Naysayers, hypocrites and ‘know it all’s’ have judged Bestowing sentences without paying attention to the facts My dignity lies bare for the world to see I’m lost, inadvertently in a moment of trust or lust ‘Love won’t pay the bills’ I retort This market, filled with willing souls yearning to reach its peak Pleasures whether fake or real keeps the pain at bay Talented hands warm in the cold Lips familiar but strangely conveying sensual nostalgia Dollar bills falling: our exotic ticket to paradise My body feels premium love here, what a shame. By: George Eno More by this Guest Author: Current State of All, A Second Disguise, An Innocent Guilt. […]

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