{"sf1_id":365092,"sf2_id":"XnrPaR0e","title":"Poem #34.1: What - Revised","author":"bhscorch1313","words":138,"posted_at":"2012-04-14T00:03:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/365092-poem-34-1-what-revised","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrPaR0e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/bb/be/bbbede9f-617f-451d-a0ab-6031f61e2225","description":"#35 of Poetry\n\nSome will question why I just didn't edit the old one. The answer is because we can all see how my writing has developed since I became a small child.\nI knew that I had to revise this poem, I just never found the right words. But I knew it was either edit or scrap it, and I didn't have the heart to eliminate it.\nI tried to stick to the main idea as much as possible, but I also omitted things that I thought were obviously childish.\nAnyways, I hope you all enjoy.","content":"_What_\n\nIt's sorrowful but it's joyful  \nHe's hurtful but also kind  \nIt's freezing yet I can't bear the heat  \nIt's mended and always broken  \nIt's so loud I can't hear the silence  \nThe paper is smooth and jagged  \nThere are so many words on the blank page  \nThe hard rock is so soft  \nI see the square that's circular  \nIt's become a word of a phrase  \nIt's living inside its death  \nThere is something that could be nothing  \nIt has a name but remains nameless  \nIt's made by wood and made of brick  \nIt's addition and subtraction  \nIt's to multiply and divide  \nIt's uniqueness and all the same  \nI see throught the transparent wall  \nThere is love and there is hate.\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)  \n\"What\" by bhscorch is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/364574-poem-50-an-understanding.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/365095-poem-51-innocence.json"}}