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Intelligence equals sorrow

With intelligence comes knowing

Knowing things won't always be good

Knowing that unlike fairy tales,

Dark cloaks the light

With intelligence comes lonliness

Lonliness when in a crowd of people

Because none appreciate what you know

But rather they envy it

Not knowing the consequences that come with it

Not understanding the stress and paranoia 

Or the anger and aggravation

I myself have found that with ignorance...

Comes Bliss

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JonathonLeeSingler

This poem when I read was not what I expected. I think that is what I enjoyed most about it.

Most poetry incorprates the words of the tongue rolling, twisting, and rhyming alonside each other. This one however, gave more of a bitter bite, as I continued down. For one, it gave relation to the reader, whether personal relation or understandment. Without hearing your voice, I could concur in my head how you felt. It was if somebody-a friend- asking you "What happened?" "...and how do you feel about that?" It was a conversation of thought. The best part was, is you answered "What did you learn?". With ignorance, bliss is to follow. You are right in every aspect of that.

 

Sometimes a poem can't be labled just by the structure or meaning of it, but rather the eyes that feed on it.

 

Humbly,

 

Jonathon Lee Singler

Laura Bentley

Thanks Jonathon! That is exactly what I was going for. I really appreciate your comment!

 

 

 

Always,

Laura Bentley :)

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