I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Wreck
It’s not like I knew
what was happening. When
had I ever been tempted
to put someone up on a
pedestal? But there you
are, staring down at me with
those perfect eyes and that
perfect mind when we know
that you are not. So I
spackle the cracks of your
lovely marble personality,
and pretend that I can’t see
that I am only partly correct.
You are human, and
I am a wreck.
People do this thing sometimes, where they are just blind to the faults of another person, or they recognize the faults and don't think of them as faults at all.
The end result is always painful.
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true story.
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