Good afternoon my fellow mankind. I was going through my photos, and I came across this absolutely stunning one. (Not trying to brag or anything, but I thought I did pretty well 😏.) Anyway, I looked at it for a while, and all that was going through my mind was urges and drives pressuring me to do a post about it – so here I am, squeezing my creativity sponge until there is basically nothing left!

Now I realize this poem doesn’t exactly reflect upon the image flawlessly, but these were the ideas that sparked from seeing this picture, so maybe just enjoy them separately…

Having said that, remember if you wish to leave a comment be polite and remember all our humane values. Feel free to leave any feedback, but any bullying or nasty comments will not be tolerated. Enjoy!


Divine in its way of pitiful despair
Beauty written all over its rustic grim aura
Its dark devastation so winsome to those who choose to see

So misunderstood, only noticed for its imperfections and flaws
Appreciation is a stranger
Detestation is the familiar

The popular opinion can make or break an individual
Those cheeky whispers making their way through the world
Into someone's ear
And their heart
Destroying them from the inside to out
The fons et origo of egomaniacs

This raw sentimentality allows them to dwell at night
If only they could put a filter on life
Shielding them
Protecting them

Flawless in its way of preserving innocence
Pristine in its way of perpetuating purity
Perfect in its way of cushioning the truth

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