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Petals fall in the midst of stillness
The only stir in blank silence
One petal in particular, falls gently into my palm
So peaceful and calm
It graces my hand with a delicate landing
Almost to the point to where I could not feel it,
And I could only indicate it was there in the first place with my own eyes
It's color is blended with faint pink and shades of white
It feels very innocent and pure
More of the delicate petals fall around me,
Some bestow their presence near my feet
I look down at them as I tilt my head in puzzlement,
So much to ponder,
Gazing at these individual fragments of a simple beauty
Wondering,
What is their purpose?
Why do they lay here?
And why must they appeal to the naked eye and it's pleasures?
Why be such a beauty to us?
When we take them for granted and not recognize how special they can really be
As we just realize that you lay there, and we sometimes never really care,
I, myself, do the same thing without meaning to,
But I do wander in my mind and I know of your real beauty
Overthinking?
Some may ask,
But I think not because you are not truly thinking
Life is a wonder to think about,
How it grows
And how it shows,
And how it surrounds us and manifests in our very own shells of flesh and blood
And some things are not as simple as they seem
When you peel away the layers of logic and our made-up human realities,
And see life as a puzzle that you can never find the last piece to,
And see everything as a magnificent work of beauty
The only stir in blank silence
One petal in particular, falls gently into my palm
So peaceful and calm
It graces my hand with a delicate landing
Almost to the point to where I could not feel it,
And I could only indicate it was there in the first place with my own eyes
It's color is blended with faint pink and shades of white
It feels very innocent and pure
More of the delicate petals fall around me,
Some bestow their presence near my feet
I look down at them as I tilt my head in puzzlement,
So much to ponder,
Gazing at these individual fragments of a simple beauty
Wondering,
What is their purpose?
Why do they lay here?
And why must they appeal to the naked eye and it's pleasures?
Why be such a beauty to us?
When we take them for granted and not recognize how special they can really be
As we just realize that you lay there, and we sometimes never really care,
I, myself, do the same thing without meaning to,
But I do wander in my mind and I know of your real beauty
Overthinking?
Some may ask,
But I think not because you are not truly thinking
Life is a wonder to think about,
How it grows
And how it shows,
And how it surrounds us and manifests in our very own shells of flesh and blood
And some things are not as simple as they seem
When you peel away the layers of logic and our made-up human realities,
And see life as a puzzle that you can never find the last piece to,
And see everything as a magnificent work of beauty
Literature
Just Words
"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.
"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"
"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse
"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.
"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.
"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.
All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?
Literature
The path with scars
The best path to take,
Is the one that leaves scars.
Paths that leave scars
Might not always be the easiest,
Or even the most popular
But the one that leaves scars
Will be the one that can show you
All that you can be
The path with scars
Is lined with bones
And filled with heartbreak
But in the end you will find
That it was worth every step
So the next chance you get
Take the path
That leaves scars
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Scars
Dont be ashamed
Your scars are
Only a sign
That you survived
Wear them proud
Head held high
Because you won
Let them see
You have struggled
But you never
Let it win
Show them all
You are strong
Stand up tall
Hold your ground
Dont ever forget
You are strong
You will win
Never give up
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I find this a little harder to explain, just to say I am a person who thinks a lot to myself. I am serious, I am a superbly deep thinker. I am pretty sure there are other people who think like me, but it shouldn't be a suprise when I say I can not meet a lot of people who do. So I do have trouble with people understanding me, but as if I care at times. I hope you like my poem, I tried to make it as best I could.
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Beautiful work
I am too a deep thinker and I know what you mean. Most people dont understand me too well.
I am too a deep thinker and I know what you mean. Most people dont understand me too well.