the book of poetry

A book where I publish some of my original peotry.

An excerpt of one of the entries:

"We're dressed in black from head to toe and nobody knows just where to go. So we sit in a circle passing ideas around about the things we found to help us identify just where the smile ends and where our sadness begins. And we can't seem to find it, so we cover it up with our masks that we got for free because we can't be just who we want to be.

So we wait.

We wait for our lives to start to matter. We wait for our purpose to appear like some sort of magic show that we bought tickets to. Except that we didn't buy tickets, and we our magician never showed. But that's okay because we're just about used to it now, being blown off and being showed off are all the same now. But that's okay, that's perfect. Because they tell us that one day all of our sadness will be worth it..."

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Created on March 17th, 2016.
First publification date : n/a