Unsorted Parts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
People are complex, they grow and change....always evolving, nothing stays the same.

Submitted: October 27, 2013

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I am complex!
Take on many a form.
A cool, clear stream.
A wild raging storm!
A slippery wet tongue,
Ossified teeth... I bite!
Never knowing which way
I'm going, often feeling contrite.
 
I am a series of mixed emotion!
My hate a marching parade.
My love a lapping, strong ocean.
Gentle as a pure snowflake
drifting from a soft foam sky.
Rough as a rusty, old tin can,
one you can't pry.
 
I am pieces and unsorted parts!
Disconnected, unarranged.
High as the mountains,
steady unchanged.
Low as the praries
covered in windswept rain.
Soft, white flour
that came from hardened grain.
 
I am evolving!
I'm growing; I change.
Not stagnant,  revolving!
I'm different, yet the same.
I  shall never be completed!
I'm a progress in motion.
But I'll never be defeated,
not with this much devotion!

 


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