A place so tranquil it calms my heart,
The occasional breeze that swept my cheeks,
Sitting under a Maple trees,
Here I am, twirling a flower of petunia.How such resentment exists,
Only the heart knew.And how do the heart knows?
The people themselves knew.That deep, deep rage,
A silent anger,
That frightening silence,
A very deep hatred,For such thing to be exposed,
Is a danger towards themselves.For such ugliness,
There hid a monster,
Waiting to be released.Thrashing everything around,
A big mess left behind,
One that can never be restored.And once everything is over,
The monster behind the bar,You look over your mess,
And realized how much,
You've messed up,Everything.
[I also posted this at my novel update blog if you're wondering. It has been a year since I've joined there]
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Complex [ Poems ]
PoetryThe world is full of complexity; Yet it was divided into simplicity. Human's mind is complex; That's why many people searched for similarities. [A collection of poems that I create. Well, I'm just writing it out of a whim but here you go. All of thi...