Poetry (2015-2017)

Mosaic of Life.

Piece by piece, you begin to shape the mosaic of life.
Will it shimmer with sparkles or will it darken with colours ?
Cutting the broken glass on your skin for that extra realism.
Gluing it onto the surface with the blood of your mistakes.

Will it lay on the ground ? stepped on by the feet of discouraging strangers. Or will hang on the walls of a natural outsiders museum ? attracting curious eyes. Painting the tiles with little details that whisper your hopes and yearning desires. Brightening the outlook of appeal that you wish to convey to those who surround it.

Piece by piece, you're nearly at the end of your thousand layered journey. You doze off many times, smashing your head violently on the mosaic of life. Adding a complexity that many will fail to see as a standing achievement. Only seeing a broken shell that's missing the normal trait of working parts.

At last, you finish the mosaic artwork that you dreamed would inspire. Crowds gather around and stare at your fragile existence that shines. Clapping with a cheer of positivity, tears fall from your regretful eyes. This wasn't your mosaic of life, it was your cluttered pile of past memories.
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I've loved the look of mosaics ever since I was a little girl. I would walk around the city and see them on random concrete walls or on the footpath. They're incredibly beautiful and I've kinda been musing for awhile now on how I could convert them into my poetry and show some kind of symbolism within that.

I guess I found that today, haha. Enjoy.

Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.

P.S. Oh and the mosaic above is John Lennon looking into a mirror, I couldn't really find the mosaic that I imagined in my head so this is the best I could do. I like it a lot.