BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL

BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL

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NOTE: PLAGIARISM IS AN OFFENSIVE CRIME. IF I'LL FIND SOMEONE COPYING MY STUFF WITHOUT MY PERMISSION I WOULD NOT EVEN WARN AND REPORT YOU IMMEDIATELY. (: __________________________________ Everyone is broken at some stage of their life but what matters is to stand back on your feet and gather the courage to move forward :) These are the collections of my poetry that I have written so far some in childhood and some in adulthood but these poems are all filter (not edition) as it is when I wrote them for the first time. So, it makes them real. Some might be silly but still real and, that counts? Please leave comments and give votes, if you like it. Your reviews, suggestions, and feedback would mean the world to me. Happy reading! ^^ _________________________ *Highest Rankings* #4 poemcontest #19 poetrycontest #43 poetry #127 poem .
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Excerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during times of sadness, Never given often enough. I am a mirror: Reflecting the moods of those in my surroundings Or the inanimate objects that remain once all have gone home. I am a microphone: Echoing the opinions of those around me, Telling the truths of all, but only being accepted by one. I am a shell: Full of the many memories of yesterday, Unable to grasp anything today. I am a skeleton: Stripped away of any feeling, After everyone has taken a piece. I am nothing: Not a firefighter, Thanked for saving the family pet. Not a lover, Dearly missed by her significant other. Not a role model, Written about for a second grader's project. Not a person at all; I am a simple cadaver, sliced up for answers to all of life's questions." ********************************************** An original poetry collection from the last decade of my life.

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