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the most beautiful thing in the world
is when you're hopeless
you're broken and empty inside
you wish you could sleep
and never awaken
but then you look around you
at the blue sky and sun
at the people laughing in the street
at the birds in the trees, singing
a hopeful melody
and you realize,
in a split-second epiphany
that maybe,
just maybe
everything
will be
alright.
is when you're hopeless
you're broken and empty inside
you wish you could sleep
and never awaken
but then you look around you
at the blue sky and sun
at the people laughing in the street
at the birds in the trees, singing
a hopeful melody
and you realize,
in a split-second epiphany
that maybe,
just maybe
everything
will be
alright.
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Hemingway Would Hate This
The trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent o
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nice. And I like the shape of the poem.