It's like a book, broken pages mixed together,
words scrambling around
the crazy memories scattered around
what about that night we spent
trying to put together the pieces of life?
All the intellectual conversations
like little Stars, but it wasn't so simple,
it got confusing and impossible to understand.
Words weren't just words,
they were incredible thoughts.
After a while, the days turned to rain,
and then one day,
it all disappeared into the moon.
Every once in a while I stare up at it,
trying to put the broken stars back together.
It comes back in a shallow way.
life is just one long day we dream upon.
Our souls swim around madly trying to find a place to rest
and we, like madmen, travel all around to look for them.
Eventually, if we're determined enough,
we'll find that one broken star in our lives -
it's called our souls
A contest entry
- The Ten by lowercase prelude.
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Comments
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Wow. Amazingly written poem. You've used a wonderful vocabulary, and filled this with emotion. The last stanza is gorgeous. Wonderful write =]
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I second this, especially the last set of lines...
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wow powerfull and kinda sad but really well penned lots of emotion here
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