||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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{ I N T E R S E C T I O N
I'm at that point, That cursed point in this endless space and time, I can't riot, I'll only stay quite. In a world of love, hate and heartbreaks, I'm a poet. Trying to make a sense of the world, Poem by poem. But it's inevitable, The clash of reality onto my daydreamer, A dance of death, So beautiful yet so long lasting, The suffering, Two galaxies ready to collide, Give in their gravity, Making their end an incredible light show. And I will be, In the middle of it, Like the rose which is destined to fall gracefully, Showing how elegant the dance is going to be. My soul will crush in between reality and a self made fantasy, It's my mistake though, I allowed myself to fall in fantasy, When I knew, I have to soon face reality. It'll destroy me now, My own fantasy, Would be the death of me.
