"Sometimes words seems to fit together
to unknown missing pieces.
You didn't know they matched,
until they did.
Unlike what you thought
they fitted with each other perfectly,
not even a millimetre apart.
Shifting into a new string of words
as if they were a new inventions,
people praise at the art of "poetry"
but what is poetry when we are not poets ourselves,
how do we know?
All we know is that it sounds magestically and
horrifyingly beautiful,
horrendous how pain,
when strung along carefully within words
can sound beautiful.
That's how corrupt humans are,
smiling to the mention of breaking emotions,
and laughing at someone's fall.
We are awful, but we are also beautiful,
we are humans."
- n/a
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Missing Pieces
Poetrya random collection, a sort of cohesion, of mental chaos and emotion. most of it was written years ago and is now nothing but a stamp in time, a reminder of who i was. enjoy !
