I can't find the right filter for my photo.
I can't find the right set of hues.
I can't find the right melodious tones,
That would let me elicit a smile from you.
I can't find the right phrases,
Though many a time I've tried,
To put pages where my mouth is,
There's no poetry for me to hide behind.I couldn't build beautiful things,
At the end of the day my hands ached,
From all the lumps of clay I tried to shape
Into some semblance of myself.
I wasn't able to be amazing, or even, to live,
But clad in an armor of my failures
I realized.This thing called I isn't the perfect photograph,
Taken at the right angle to shine.
It's just a badly hacked together sequence of lines.
It's not a sonorous melody that enraptures,
It's the Band-Aids that cake worn out fingers.If I don't have beauty, I can buy it.
If I can't sing then I'll write it.
If I can't find a filter I'll Photoshop it
And if I can't have a life,
At least I'll keep living.
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At The Corner Of My Eye
PoesieMore poetry involving myself, my friends, my anime and my incredible addiction to the aforementioned 2. A few rants. My second compilation. To everyone who viewed voted and commented on my first work, A Left Brain, a MASSIVE HERCULEAN THANK YOU...