This poem is unguided,
indecisive,
and going in places it does not want to be.
This poem is not determined,
not written in stone,
it’s forever changing,
but elements still remain the same.
This poem is growing,
maturing into something different as it goes through its paces,
yet it sees and learns from it past,
and it’s present,
notices they're not that different,
realizes there is no halting either,
as one barrels on,
and the other keeps adding memories.
This poem will not live forever,
this poem will eventually have no meaning,
and will die.
This poem will either conform to what is expected of it,
or breakout and define its own future,
it’s the poem's choice.
This poem it not to juxtaposed with sanity,
or normalness,
nor is it daft.
Are any of us normal?
Who defines normal?
Some poems refuse to comply with this definition.
For all this wisdom this poem is spewing,
it does not take its own advice.
This poem sometimes thinks it is all knowing,
sometimes this poem knows it’s oblivious.
This poem is ignorant.
This poem is a stunning blue sky,
that has many clouds.
A cake with many ingredients.
This poem may not be going places,
this poem may die tomorrow,
or may live on in the heart of itself,
or others.
Quite frankly I don’t know what this poem will do,
it’s unpredictable whether it will flourish,
or suffer,
because this poem,
isn't a poem.
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You are a gem,
To be treasured.
The most beautiful are the ones that have been through trials and tribulations,
hardship,
it is those that have been cut down,
that grow back stronger,
those that have battled,
that wear their scars proudly.
They come out strong, fierce.
Tougher than a diamond,
and as beautiful as one too.
That's what I'll call you,
Fierce Beauty.
And when you told me your story,
we all cried,
big weeping, snot running tears,
because you deserve that,
you deserve my tears,
no, not pity,
support, empathy.
You deserve all the hope in this world, Fierce beauty!
My candle of hope is passed to you,
and it becomes a torch.
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A Butterfly Effect
PoetryBeauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsi...
