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My Poetry.
Chiisai_Pholcidae68
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I just got mad at a friend.
This friend said some things that made me feel stupid and not as good as him.
So, I went outside and talked to the moon.
I told it how beautiful it was, and how sad it was that it is overlooked
Whenever it is not reflecting the Sun's light.
I told it that without it, the Earth would be different.
The Earth would lose its lover if the moon were to disintegrate.
So, I went back inside and wrote this poem.
It is about the things that we can't see or understand and how these are the things which make our Universe functional. I want this poem to tell readers that they should appreciate what or who they believe to be stupid and small, because those things and people are significant and good for something. I don't know if I succeeded in telling that message through these words, but I hope they mean something to the reader regardless.
Fools do not know you, or the light of your own which you cast.
They are too blinded by a visible light which obscures the Shadow of Creation;
Only the visionaries can see your beauty in the Everything –
Your beauty in the Vastness.
Whose corrupted heart ever contemplated Death?
What is the meaning of Existence?
It is the Wholeness of things,
It is the cycle that never ends,
It is the Truth of a Higher Good.
My objective is this "Death" so despised
(I want the Earth to be my bed,
My skin dry and pale,
For how different is Life from Death?
A moment's difference so insignificant -
A Small Leap
A Short Transition).
My objective is this "Death"
And all the wonders it brings to us.
That huge Flux,
The Inhale of the Universe which is "Life",
The Exhale which is "Death",
The Rising and The Falling,
To experience it all in my tiny heart,
Would truly be the Beauty of my Humanity,
Proof of its Oneness with the Everything.
This friend said some things that made me feel stupid and not as good as him.
So, I went outside and talked to the moon.
I told it how beautiful it was, and how sad it was that it is overlooked
Whenever it is not reflecting the Sun's light.
I told it that without it, the Earth would be different.
The Earth would lose its lover if the moon were to disintegrate.
So, I went back inside and wrote this poem.
It is about the things that we can't see or understand and how these are the things which make our Universe functional. I want this poem to tell readers that they should appreciate what or who they believe to be stupid and small, because those things and people are significant and good for something. I don't know if I succeeded in telling that message through these words, but I hope they mean something to the reader regardless.
Fools do not know you, or the light of your own which you cast.
They are too blinded by a visible light which obscures the Shadow of Creation;
Only the visionaries can see your beauty in the Everything –
Your beauty in the Vastness.
Whose corrupted heart ever contemplated Death?
What is the meaning of Existence?
It is the Wholeness of things,
It is the cycle that never ends,
It is the Truth of a Higher Good.
My objective is this "Death" so despised
(I want the Earth to be my bed,
My skin dry and pale,
For how different is Life from Death?
A moment's difference so insignificant -
A Small Leap
A Short Transition).
My objective is this "Death"
And all the wonders it brings to us.
That huge Flux,
The Inhale of the Universe which is "Life",
The Exhale which is "Death",
The Rising and The Falling,
To experience it all in my tiny heart,
Would truly be the Beauty of my Humanity,
Proof of its Oneness with the Everything.
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Comments
Your poem is meaningful and complete. Thank you @Chiisai_Pholcidae68