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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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The poem is about life. All aspects of life and how we question it, shape it, give meaning to it. How we simply, live. At least, that's what it means to me. The poem is meant to mean something different to everyone. It is not the best written, but to me, it is the greatest thing I will ever write. Not because of some standard set by others, but because to me I find meaning and hope in that poem when I lose meaning and hope in my life.
**Inspired by Shake Me Down, Cage the Elephant's latest single.
Eyes Cast Down
Wake me up and pour this poison from the cup.
I see you stare, as I watch the ground.
Eyes all white
Eyes cast down.
The sun shines through, with nothing left to do.
I see you walk, as I watch the ground.
In my head with
Eyes cast down.
Let me know, if you'll ever let me go.
I see you smile, as I watch the walls.
Blankly stare.
Eyes cast down.
So you went, and left me broken, bent.
I see you laugh, as I heart screams.
I watch the night.
Eyes cast down.
Another day...
Wake me up and pour this poison from the cup.
I see you watch, as I stare away.
Eyes are closed.
Eyes are closed.
Walk the sands of death. Come to the shore. Breathe in the scent of life and pray. You have reached a place where redemption is no longer a thing to worry about.
Lay of The Fallen
Look where this has brought you.
Dragged through the desert wastes
Of loves lost and broken dreams.
Gagging on the ghastly gruesome dust
Of all the bitter and jaded memories.
From times long dead.
Dragged onward as a chain of dogs.
Bound by bones and broken hearts.
Blood stains and crippled limbs.
This is what your wars have bought.
This is why the world cries in rage.
Most unrighteously.
They, the multitudes, know nothing.
Nothing of your heart wrenching climb
Through mounds of corpses in vain.
In hopes of finding that lone friend
Who gazes with a lone eye. Unknowing.
He does not see you.
And amid the shattered skull with bloody pulp
He gazes upon you with a terrible knowledge.
Not of your face, no, that is forgotten.
But of the fate that awaits you.
One day you shall march to his fate too.
Oh proud, silent soldier.
You move, fiddle strapped tightly to your back.
Naught but the handle has survived this,
The march into the dreaded Abyss.
But you march anyway, wide eyed stupid as you say.
And beside you are new faces. But they are the same.
All doomed to die.
With sword in hand you change the spears.
The ranks of the unknown enemy you know too well.
That enemy is not real. It cannot exist.
No physical manifestation on this plane.
And sadly, tragically. They are all too real.
Oh brave, piteous fool.
And you follow your orders to the letter.
Praying to indifferent gods for mercy.
Even when you know mercy is forever denied
To the likes of you. The unknown soldier
Who is all too well known. This...cannot be denied.
Shelter him, dear fools.
You will await your time, and place to fall.
You will stand until they cut you a thousand ways.
Only then shall you fall. Only then shall you die
The long sought death of a haunted man.
Who has seen too many companions fall.
Too many hopeless deeds.
But even this stand is hopeless.
Even this stand is a meaningless thing.
But still you stand, poor fool.
Still you stand. and you shall fall.
Burning whatever bridge is left to you.
Heroic fool.
Here is the fall that they do not know.
The tale that will never be told.
For it has remained unwitnessed.
And it shall always be so.
For too many have fallen here
Dragged by the chains built on bones of dead men.
It... changes.
I can't really get a grasp of it, because it changes so often. I don't even know how it changes. It is just one of those things.
Try to explain it please.
It's meant to change, somewhat, not so much perspective wise, because it does, at least to me, still focus on a single character, however, what first is rough and rugged eventually falls into an acceptance of inevitibility
Due to lack of interest this thread will be closing as soon as I find a mod to lock it. As in when I wake up tomorrow.
It's been a great trip, but no one seems to share much of an interest, perhaps I am look to the wrong audience. Regardless...I appreciate those of you who supported me. If you want to keep up with my work visit my blog.
Due to lack of interest this thread will be closing as soon as I find a mod to lock it. As in when I wake up tomorrow.
Just as long as you remember that I read all of it. And loved all of it. But you're right, maybe a gaming community isn't the best place to look for an Audience.
You do have an audience. This thread has gotten over 10,000 views. It's just people are shy to comment about your poetry. I'll say that I do come into your thread often to read your poetry and I do like it, but I'm not much of a critique, so I never post. Please don't stop.
Eyes Cast Down
That one was pretty decent; there's a nice flow towards it.
I hate april fools day.
I was about to have to slap some sense into you.
Turn around and look at me
I'm not a pretty mirror.
I'll reflect your sins
And make you see them clear.
But do not think ill of me.
This is just who you are
You're not the one
Who will carry the scar.
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