ContrapositiveA Poem by The Xi of Nothing
Upon a morrow I found myself,
Once broken, twisted, and abused, Looking downward upon the world that made me, What I am to them forgotten, Deciding that my only option was solitude. As if by some unexplainable twitch, Be it of luck, irony, or divine will, Arrived something new to the landscape, The same that's been studied often, Yet always until now found lacking. The suddenness of the option made, Even more dangerous by its subtlety and attractiveness, Shocking contrasts of color, To what prior had been a dead shell, That world a portal to my heart. Then the realization occurred, Beauty due to reflection, connection, and similarity, Tangles of thorns and barbed wires beckoning, Because you are as I am but simultaneously the opposite, The one for whom I very well may have been made. © 2010 The Xi of NothingReviews
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1 Review Added on June 16, 2010 Last Updated on June 16, 2010 AuthorThe Xi of NothingAboutHello all. Im a 22 y/o male with a tendancy towards the darker things. I am a jack of all trades. I have had a bit of a complicated life, especially these last few months. As far as personal likes goe.. more..Writing
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