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[handsome_sailor]

If you could only see the roses,
Beautiful but hopeless.
The buds spread open
And my heart closes.
Furthest from the truth,
But perhaps truly the closest,
The beauty of the thorns to me
Is greater than the roses.

Now know this-
Poetry’s when a woman proposes
When atrocities are noticed
And ignored because we’re soulless.
When there’s friendship…
Between the Germans and the Polish.
The realest picture
Is completely out of focus
It’s a miracle to see
Because it wasn’t even processed
In a decade or so
We’ll all be eating locusts
Because critical thinkers
Wouldn’t listen to Moses.
And cockroaches…
Will run rampant in the city
'cause survival of the fittest means
We no longer have pity.
Yes, it’s shitty.
But that’s poetry at its finest.
Taking mundane shit
And making it timeless.