Poetry

[Beoslasher]

Here's some random poetry I wrote

 

 

The Greatest Theory

 

A flicker-fade of flame

touches like a candle to the hand

Reminds that we are still alive

reminds that love can still survive

 

Beaten, broken and beautiful

like a picture tore from the walls

over time love rebuilds

love from friends, always mends

 

A heart can be broken

pieces can be scattered

but we always come back

love will always bring us back.

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Dedication

 

Beauty cant compare to the words I have read

the words that make a heart, swell and explode.

Beauty can't compare to the thoughts that have been thought

the thoughts that make a man smile and gloat

 

Beauty can't compare to the idea of perfection

the idea that isn't shown in normal reflections

Beauty can't shimmer like the stars in my skies

the stars that are formed from the heart deep inside

 

Beauty can't compare to anything all

except only you, who makes me smile

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Broken

 

I've been destroyed.

Frayed and worn,

pushed from the depths to re-enter the world.

I've been broken.

Put together wrongly, only to re-break again.

I see the errors of my ways

I hope I have time to mend.

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Reflecting

 

My life is one of joys, of pains, and sorrows

of mistakes, of fires, of life, and soul

 

My life is a life that rejects the new

and often times rejects the old

 

I've transitioned through ages in a year or so.

I've dreamed more than I probably should.

 

My life isn't perfect. Connected, collected.

my life is judge-able, reflected

 

If I died tonight I'd be alright

wherever I went, at least I'd have time.

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Alone with Rice

 

I cooked the rice at a quarter to ten

sat in the chair and began...

to slowly eat, chomping and chewing

thinking of what else this rice could be doing.

 

I could be married walking along, rice tossed around.

I threw that away and my head began to pound.

I felt lost

 

I chew a bit more, and think to myself at eleven

I could have added a bit more spice to this, maybe spices times seven.

My life could have used a bit more spice as well

Sitting here alone, I could be out at the bar, but instead here I dwell.

 

I sit and think depressive thoughts its now about twelve, I begin to snore .

I wake, and then I eat a bit more, and then decide I don't want to eat rice anymore.