ɪ | sᴀʟʟᴇs ᴅᴇ ɪᴠʏ
Creativeness was his merit
Pride swells within him as he accepts his award
Following was a student, his was Brilliance— and high was his fellow's spirit
And within him, it struck chord
He's been with these "brilliant" people for many years to come
Littered with praises, admiration from teachers, jealousy from some students—
He admits he is one of them, and in jealousy did he succumb
On desires to be a prodigy, a genius, one with extraordinary gift and talents
This begins his quest for the unattainable perfection
His quest for more and more makes him less and less
He'll be harsh to himself in attempts to halt his wrong impression
The cycle repeats, over his mistakes he shall obsess
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sᴀʟʟᴇs ᴅᴇ ɪᴠʏ (ʜᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ɪᴠʏ) ɪs ᴀ sᴜʙ-ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀᴅʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ᴀʟᴍᴀ-ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀ/s.
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Bottled
Poetry"I've kept all beautiful things inside this bottle, those of which are my feelings-each blissful and crushing one." A series of words to express the inexpressible.
