Simple complications,
sensible contradictions
in every step I take
I’m not always the best
hand to hold
I’m not the easiest
clay to mold
but I’m not
giving up yet
I’m a simple
complication,
quiet
alleviation
from the chaos that is
being here
I’ve always been a
loud silence,
a soft and striking
blue,
diving deep into the twilight
I’m the end of the beginning,
the beginning of the end,
an adventure that will never exist
I’m black and
white,
harmony and
strife,
a ghost that will
weigh on your shoulders,
an elaborate spread of roots
in the ground
I’m a simple
complication,
a sensible contradiction,
the loudest quiet you’ve ever heard
You have some great writing
You have some great writing in this piece! There are plenty of lines that have amazingly creative contradictions. I was not fond of the invisible visibility or real unreality, but the rest really caught my eye.
interesting
Interesting contradictions that you make them sound the same.
"...a simple complication..."
is so subtly understated and fine - will read more of your work ~allets~
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