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Here is a thread dedicated to my work as a writer. This thread will mostly be filled with my poems which vary in theme but I try to fashion myself after my favourite poet T.S Eliot, who I believed captured human nature in his words. I aspire to do the same. Please feel free wo citique and review my work. However, simply saying "I like it" is not good enough, as a writer I must grow and develop so I beg you readers to give me a reason as to why or why not you liked the poem. To start off I shall provide you with one of my personal favourties.
These Are The Boring Bits
Call life what you will,
A joke,
A curse,
A gift,
An adventure.
Take from it what you will,
Joy,
Sorrow,
Love,
Hate.
Lose yourself in it
Find your purpose
Or,
Find nothing at all.
A man asked, "What is the meaning of life?"
A woman told him, "Whatever you make it to be."
A child asked, "Is god real?"
A parent told them, "Only you can decide."
Personal opinion is what we use to guide us,
The opinions of others are what lose us.
We can never be certain
That we are certain of anything
Because of change,
And because things stay the same.
What makes sense one day,
Will confuse us another,
And so it goes on.
People tell others to:
Get in line,
Grow up,
Get our lives straight,
Who told these people these things?
And why tell us the things that broke them?
Is it human nature to be unhappy?
Two men sit on a bench,
In a park,
Under a tree.
They talk about family and friends
They talk about work and dreams.
One man says, "It is a waste of time to dream,"
The other says, "Yes, but to have dreams is not."
Dreams are what the world is made of
Bad dreams,
Good dreams,
Lost dreams.
Hope is never far off,
As the old die,
The young are born,
The young grow,
They become old,
The old die.
But while they are young,
They change the world.
Some for the better,
Others for the worse.
Inspiration is a dream.
The only inspiration in life is life:
What to do?
How to do it?
Can we change the world?
How to change the world?
Is there purpose?
Are we real?
Or a figment of imagination?
All questions do not need answers.
Call life what you will,
These are the boring bits.
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Have you read the whole series so far? There's 3
I read the latter on the precedent page, posted and then looked the second one. I still haven't read the very first installment though.
I'm beginning to wonder if continuing my writing is even worth the trouble.
Don't talk bull****. Your writing is good; sometimes you need to write and experiment with a pile of what you may think is bad and eventually you'll stumble across something good. In fact; you could take the best parts from the average works and turn it into something great.
Come with me
And walk through the world I live in
Where voices echo
And crimes are unforgiven.
This is how
We live day to day
Never focussing
And what we do or what we say.
And now I'm losing hope
Give me one reason not to.
If only I could breathe again, just to taste the sent of freedom. How long in the dark have I waited? Here, where the water ceaselessly drips, echoing through caverns I am blind to, but, ceaselessly stumble through. In some vain hope to catch the faintest of glimpses of light. This place is ever cold, no warmth for my bones, no light for my eyes, nothing but the constant hunger. Oh how I long for freedom, for companionship, for the ending of this ever growing cancer that is my madness. I'm speaking to myself. Once again.
This machine is a cave, the responses merely echoes, but even echoes grow dim. Even echoes fade...oh bitter heart of mine, how you have betrayed me. My longing for something else, other than my own thoughts. If only someone could give me theirs so that I did not have to hear the racket, this endless roar of silent noise that shatters all barriers I place before it. This is the emptiness that is full. The loneliness that is found.
A Dream Along a Snowy Path
I have found my thoughts a wander of late.
In hopes that they may bring me cheer.
Alas I must confess to myself,
That the chill wind that blows
Outside my very window, is nothing
in compare to where my thoughts have been.
Such a desolate cold I have never known.
Yet, for some strange reason I have yet to
Come to terms with. I hold out a hope
A hope that guides me, a weary traveller
On this snow covered path, that hides the ice
Beneath. This hope is my lantern in the dark,
The warm fire that I long to sit beside
In some wing-backed chair with steaming
Tea wrapped in my hands. It is this hope
That drives me through this storm of cold
Loneliness and isolation. If only to hope
for a hope, that this winter, for me,
Will not be so barren.
We all need hope in our lives at some time or another
As for the work itself, it is good. But I am in no mood for using my brain for critiquing right now.
Correction-
Simplicity may be found through the eyes that choose to make it so.
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It is good. But, like Efan, I'm brain-dead right now...
Why is everyone brain dead lately?
Looking in my thread, I wonder that, too.
I like your works, a lot. 'Lines In The Sand' is probaly my favorite of the ones I've read. Keep it up.
Because we are teenagers!
Exactly.
*speaks in old lady voice*
Those darn rascals can't get a thought to stay in their minds for a half-cent coin!
Hello folks. If you pay attention to my profile, you'll know that I'm restructuring the plot and overall composition of my current project, The Saga of Eurwa. Right now I think I'll throw any updates I feel like disclosing up here. Oh, and for those of you who enjoy Existence in denial I'll have some more later this week.
The Saga of Eurwa's Pantheon
Illiam - Goddess of Light (Twin)
Allandrias - God of Dark (Twin)
Kurlad - God of Shadow (Son of Twins Light and Dark)
Firlane - God of Fire
Strike - God of the Sea/Storms
Gron - God of the Earth
Willow - Goddess of Healing
Cloak/Drape - God and Goddes of Death
Niml - Goddess of Chance
Friil - God of Ice (fallen)
Gilana - Goddess of Life
Cackle - Goddes of Chaos (sister)
Henadrew - Goddess of Order (sister)
Kallami - God of Battle
Kog - God of Pestilence
Chains - God of Misery (fallen)
It's good to know you are back
Would you tell me what the whole twin/sister/fallen thing is?
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