The Meaning of Meaning
Words are beautiful
In how they put a lid
On things otherwise left open
They draw the outline
For shapes otherwise invisible
And put a frame
Around the picture that our eyes
Would otherwise not see
Words give us a lens
That shrinks the truth
So we do not fall off the edge
Whilst chasing
The brink of infinity
Without words
There would be no sense
No meaning to the mess
Without words
We'd have to think
We'd have to ignore
The things
And pay attention
To the nothings
We'd have to learn
Not to chase the path
But to walk slow
With knowledge not
Of what is there
But of what could be
And the truth of the infinity
Which is not simply a word
But is the world
And our existence on its own
Is an open box
A shape with no edges
And a frameless picture
We will never be able to see
It is not the end of the sentence
We must reach
It is not the picture
We need to see
It is not the world outside
That we should search for
It is not our shape
That we must identify
Close your eyes
And open your mind
Take off the lid
Erase the lines
Stop fearing the frame
It is not hard to realise
That the picture we paint
Is where the meaning lies
The canvas itself
It has no outlines
There is no dent
To this circle of life
It is within the blackness
That things materialise
It is over the blank canvas
That colours create designs
It is only in the darkness
That the stars can meet our eyes
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... Cuz I like to be a shady shit, lol.
No kidding, I really like this poem. There is no fixed rhyme scheme, but I feel like despite this fact it still flows smoothly, and I'm very proud about that, haha.
~ PBJ♡ ~
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