Free Verse Poetry #1

Scars.
Entertainment doesn't end until
the audience is bored.
Beauty exists only
in the presence of scars.

The question remains,
"Why must we learn it the hard way?"

Because we are special,
we exist in tragedy,
we shroud ourselves in depression,
forgetting the grass is greener
on the other side.

The question remains,
"Why must we learn it the hard way?"

Because life is like a skinned knee;
we won't ever let it heal.
We'll just keep picking at it until
the blood refuses to spill.

The question remains,
"Why must we learn it the hard way?"

Because we're human and
beauty only exists in the presence of scars.



Andrew Mousouris.

I can jot down my thoughts
in a vault of secrets.
Letting only those who can read my code,
read my mind.
But the truth is
I forget the key.
Letting myself sojourn in a place unknown
until memories shift back to remind me
of who I am.

But the vault is empty,
packing its self exponentially tighter
until it exploded.
I've left too many pieces of myself
scattered about,
left too many masks sitting around.

Now I can't even find
my original face.
I'm torn between different dreams.
I'm misunderstood by the masses,
but only because I misunderstand myself.

So dig with your silver spoon,
send your hounds after me,
please keep searching for
Andrew Mousouris.
For the truth is
I've yet to find myself.