“Bountiful
            Beauty”
broken
         beaten
burnt
         by
badly
          behaved
  boys
           bearing
  burly
               bodies
brusquely
                  built
             by
                “Boisterous  
      Benevolence”.

I love poetry
I love reading poetry
And the more I read the more I see the same themes
The same thoughts
The same feels...
And for a brief moment of weakness I feel like a fraud
Is it for naught
If we're all saying the same things?
Using the same bowl of words and rearranging them with different cadence and meter?
Then almost immediately I see the beauty.
I see the human experience.
And how we're all the same.
Acting and reacting within the scope of only so many emotions
My poem doesnt have to be the first to say it
I write it as a humble entry to this shared thought.
My signature in agreement.
Added proof that all these meticulously organized words have been offered earnestly and painted beautifully for all our sakes

I'm  missing some stiches,  
                         flawed genetic patterns

Oh beautiful flower

Your petals are falling

Your stem is bending

Your scent is fading.

What kind of flower are you?

Not bright or tall

Nor colored or warm

You stand out amongst them all.

A flower so keen on the heat of the sun

And the chill of the night

With the wind you will run.

For the pretty and the perfect flowers

Are a comforting sight

But the flower thats different

Makes a difference in life.

I was the kid always falling from the branch,
      the other kids laughed, thinking I wasn't

nimble fingered, but as I saw it I was the only
one not scared to fall any distance..

    Because I'd know that I would get up again.

They would never know the amount of falls it
                        would take for determination

to allow me to stand with my head up high...

The same goes for love, I thought I could fall.
                 But rejection doesn't bruise

it hurts deeper inside.

And you were always there..

Don't let a tumble blemish that feeling inside,
            you'll find it again.


It may take time,  like finding wally in that book.

But once you find it you'll know its unique..
                         Because it was harder to find...

So just remember it may not be a long fall..
   but it'll always hurt.

If you ever need me, I'm here.
                No matter the amount of tears


i'll dry them up.

I knew you
Were the one
When you said

You could only finish
33.334% of a *** of
Kraft Mac n Cheese

For I myself
Can finish no more
Than 66.667%