Beautiful Frays
We often think of beauty and its significant design.
And fashion, regularity, and all in line.
But we never think about the opposite, the rabid.
The unparticular, undefined, urealistic, unalligned.
The new, the odd, the unbeleiving.
The things wed'e never ought to know.
The character, the uncharted, the mistoned passion.
This beauty to me, this misunderstood misfortune to you.
The small detail and insanity.
The bright vibrant colors and the dark and dainty.
Both beauty bestowed.
These abundant creations that you seem to ignore, have beauty beyond four of you'res.
You see nothing in this mess, but it is a treasure, nothing less.
All frayed, all scrambled, all decayed, all trampled.
It still holds beauty beyond compare.
No matter all the rips and tares.
The sence and lack of are sensationall.
No misfortune, no dispair.
Carved or chipped it still holds beauty.
The beauty of mistakes, the beauty of incompatibility.
Unique, distraught or draft, this piece of life is beauty,
and its all HIS craft.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesiaThese are quotes and poems that I have written over the span of my life. NO COPYING
