The Beauty Of The Unknown
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The Beauty Of The Unknown
The Beauty of the Unknown Sometimes the brightest star is the hardest to see sometimes our closes dreams are the hardest to reach with so much to say but the words farthest from speech The beauty of the unknown what would the days be like if we always know the outcome how would it be different from the different days and nights what would be the difference in waking up the next morning and dreaming the coming night beauty of the unknown being loss in times and moment losing the clutches of times loss in the rhythm of joy and the one your around drown in experience and the memories that we sketch through one anothers loss time as different things of whats next crosses each parties mind loss in a bottle of nervousness, butterflies, what will be and what is but the unknown of what that may be which leaves us chilled vines that can grow and go many different places which could venture to hearts and grow to smiling faces the unknown which can bloom into daisy roses or tulips that which can make a single kiss seem like forever but the moments the fewest the unknown which can turn into the known with limitless beauty 　like a blank page to a poem that can grab the essences of beauty |
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| Submission Name: The Beauty Of The Unknown -------------------------------------------------------- Author: Ghetto_King ASL Info: 19 m ft. lauderdale Elite Ratio: 0.78 - 4/32/54 Words: 246 Class/Type: Poetry/What is Total Views: 3 Average Vote: No vote yet. Bytes: 1513 Commentary type requested: Unbiased Review [ Recent comments given by Ghetto_King. ] Description: The Beauty Of The Unknown ------------------------------------------- The Beauty of the Unknown Where depression may verse hope Sometimes the brightest star is the hardest to see Sometimes dreams of reason are the hardest to dream Sometimes our closest dreams are the hardest to reach Time passing, lives becoming iron casted, then in answers to softly speak With so much to say yet those words lay farthest from speech The beauty of the unknown what would the days be like if we always knew the outcome Would our drive be the same, would we drink from the fountain How would each passing moment differ from each different day or night Whys and wheres lay in insight, in time to be found in duty of reflection, time of reciting what would be the difference in waking up the next morning and dreaming the coming night (I like this line) beauty of the unknown being at a loss in moments and losing the clutches of time Lost and alive in life's soul sound lost in the rhythm of joy and enjoying the one your around Drowned in experiences, drenched in memories that we scribe through one and others minds Inside of lost time Breaking barriers when queries collide, as different things of whats next crosses each parties mind Residing to common will and trying not to part at anytime with worries lost in a battle of nervousness and butterflies for what is and what will be The unknown of what that may be is what leaves us chilled and thrilled at once Vines that can grow and go many different places which could venture to hearts and grow into smiling faces The unknown which can bloom into Daisies, Roses or Tulips Gardenias and bluets foretelling of futures That which can make a single kiss seem like forever, but these moments seem the fewest but by far the truest The unknown which can turn into the known with limitless beauty The truth of the unknown is to be fought for and not for presuming. 　like a blank page to a poem that can grab the essences of beauty Hope you don't mind, I added a bit and fixed it up a little. Tell me not to if you like, but I took the time to do it as i thoroughly enjoyed your work. | Posted on 2010-08-03 00:00:00 | by Demister | [ Reply to This ] | |
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