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.
One of them. Do I look like I keep count? All I remember is we were talking about sanity. And what other words should I use? Ive already given you all they synonyms to awesome!
Wolf. Be Happy. Don't Worry be happy now. Weeeeeeeeeeee weee weeee weee wuh weee weeeeh weeee wuh weee wuh weeeeeee. La la la la laaa la laaaa. La la laaa la laaaaaaa.
Tell me I'm worth something, Give me a little hope Because God knows now I'm at the end of my rope. These days drag on With no sign of change Friends soon fade away Their faces oh so strange. And here I sit In this empty room The grey walls compressing And locking in the gloom.
You really are worth something, Here's your bag of hope. I thought you were an atheist, Cause if not, refer to the Pope. The days fly by oh so fast You will always know for a fact, That your real friends will last. So here you sit, With me beside you . Grey walls turn bright, As I stive to help guide you.
I wasn't clear on my word description. The "A" part of answers is what I was referring to. My pronounciation: Aunsers (aun as int aunt (but even then i've no idea how you pronounce that!)) And you rhyming answers with cancers: Ansers.
