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.
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.
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!**
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.
I'm no grammar major, as Gantic so eloquently stated on the 10-day Poetry Contest thread; but it seems to me if you can define what is burning in this town everything else will fall into place. I'm also curious as to what exactly has or hasn't changed. Are you referring to a burning desire? Is the town burning because you're hot for your lady love? Mystery and discretion are wonderful attributes but try elaborating just a tiny bit more and then see what you think?
