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.
"Live forever only to have all things stripped away? Live, so that the heart is naught but some frail withered thing that plucks sorely on the stings of love? Who would demand such a life? For in there lies the true meaning of death."-Anurite Kellus
I've been working nights for the past few days, I haven't had time. Also I find it interesting people have posted more when I wasn't updating than when I was XD Also, I do not fail.
I don't think he's depressed. I think he's conscious of reality, and perhaps a bit weary of it.
Yes and no. Also, the quote is to discourage the idea of immortality.
What is this place I have found? Where the sun still dapples on Water's edge, at the breaking edge of dawn. How did this come to be? This wearisome place of rest Where I sleep with untroubled dreams Dreams that do not broker screams And an endless road to wander. Allow me to stay here a while Please, allow me this peaceful place So I may not think of your well loved face. So that I too, may know peace.
Should I reiterate these words that fall upon deaf ears? Does it gain me anything, aside from false worn pride That tiwsts and turns within my gut. Therein trapping me To see naught but the things I have become. And the thing That has become I. Did you ever expect it thus? Did you not wonder at the man you left to look after The road by which you left him. And in so leaving You did but break his heart once. Once is but enough. Here now sits a man, twisted in his thoughts and features, Never to sleep among those who once called dear. Ah, naught but the narator, which is I, to speak his tale. And in doing so, I await some wayward soul by the roadside.
That's good. The grammar is a bit off, and spelling as well. The organization is kinda strange, but I like it! It starts out sort of internal, but gets more external, following a single person. This is a cool idea but needs to be edited a bit. It is a very good idea.
Thanks for the critique Linda. I know it need work, a lot of it, I wrote it in five minutes XD I'm mood to write shorts.
Little Smile
Dream a little smile for me And place it on my face. Find a little hope for me So that I can escape the place. You tell me you have problems Don't you know I have 'em too? You say that yours are bigger, But that's only half true. You've wasted time once again You've brought me to my knees. With cruel words thrown at me You barely hear my pleas. Can't you see I'm drowning In this ocean of despair? The waves are closing in on me I'm gasping just for air. So before you condemn me To some unjustified doom Dream a little smile for me so that it may light the gloom.
