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wolf1991
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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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wolf1991
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"I will look to history to guide my future, and in doing so I will walk backwards through life. To look to my future for guidance would mean to turn my back on my mistakes."

-Tyler Kent

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you are one of the hardest people to comment on in AG as your work isn't flawed. It is. Saying good job is all you can say really.

wolf1991
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Oh my work is flawed plenty. lol you have to keep an open mind about it.

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your right i lied.

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beutiful, just beutiful.

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The bitter poison I drink
Day in and out
Is of mine own making.
Only to slake the thirst
That I have brought upon myself.
Oh dearest Bre,
Within love I lose sanity.
To wake to an image of your face
Which haunts my dreams.
Please take me hand
And tell me you were wrong.
Your comfort is all I seek.

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beutiful, just beutiful.

your spelling isn't.
Please take me hand

my?
If the poetry tells a story it is very elusive.It sounds to me that you are being indirect on purpose (that annoys me but I don't know why)
wolf1991
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Well if I feel like being Irish it could be me. But it is my. Sadly there is no edit button.

Efan
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Well if I feel like being Irish it could be me

you are an Irish Canadian wolf that writes poetry.
Oh dearest Bre,

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Astronaut

Floating, undefined.
The stars burn against blackened skies.
Where does it begin?
The sun shines, deadening eyes.

Drifting, unfound.
The solar flares burn out the soul.
Where does it end?
Vacuum that swallows whole.

Wandering, unknown.
The astronaut is out there.
Where does it end?
So far from home without air.

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Howling

Howling at the moon.
Lusting for the freedom
That breaks these chains.
That holds this form
In place of my true self.

**Just something quick and fun for halloween.

Efan
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Your astronaut one didn't really flow. Or was that the effect?

Howling

I'm imagining you walking outside after writing that and howling =)
Efan
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Remember the werewolf episode of DR who?

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Look what I found,
Another day of blank walls in this town.
You tell me you're okay,
I know you're okay.
I know nothing's changed,
But, I'll be ****ed if things are the same.
There's no where to go but outwards, onwards.

And everything is the same,
It's all day to day
Day to day.
But everything's changed.

The sun rises
And it seems like everyone is gone.
You tell me you're okay,
I know you're okay.
And this town will just burn for fun.
And I'll be ****ed if things haven't changed.
There's no where to go but somewhere, anywhere.

And everything is the same,
It's all day to day
Day to day.
Now everything has changed.

If you see me smilin'
Don't be shy, let me show you,
That I'm alright.
I know nothing has changed,
But, I'll be ****ed if things are the same.
And it's all day to day.

**Well here's my dreadful shot at writing lyrics. I'm trying to get a few friends I know (drummer and guitarist) to put some music to this, but I need to fine tune the words. Help me out here!**

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Ps: the starred out word is dam*ed

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