||A balance of good °
& bad •\\
Highest rank:- #12 in Poetry! [3/12/16]
Where I relate my life to the pieces of universe, only to make an incomplete puzzle.
Incompleteness is beautiful, isn't it?
So is nothing.
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< H O P E
I've fought too long, Suffered too young, I can't see or understand myself. They said, my frozen soul will decend through fires of hell. I didn't have any purpose, I still don't, Yes, I was meant to create a universe, My universe. But, I need beauty to see it, beauty. I found it in poetry. Poetry doesn't exists in words or phrases to me, It is the silence, the pauses, the unsaid rhyme. The unheard rhythm, has a toll on my soul. It purifies me, I see beauty in things no one else notices. But, is that all the beauty I need? I can't know for sure. But I see, I see. It is light to me.
