Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics

It was a brief moment, when serendipity smiled upon me, but if that was all she could give, I’d rather have gotten nothing at all.. (part 2 of 5)

I want serendipity to smell

As my anguish ignites,

Its carnivorous flames

Feasting on my doubt.

The breeze is perfumed

With a sinister smog,

And even though it hurts,

This smoke is the only air;

And so I am left choking

On the ugly scent

Of a burning heart..


I believe all people are bits and pieces, and throughout life we can gather pieces from others or give some of ours away. Some people are only out to take everything they can, while others will give until they have nothing left, but most of us fall in between. And yet there are those people who will defy all logic and simply toss there pieces into the trash, for nobody and nothing at all. I don't know if it's possible to get back those pieces that have been thrown away, but this blog is all about my journey, to try and find out if someone who threw away everything for nothing can find something, or anything at all...I'm just looking for a reason to keep on living.

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