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.
So many pictures on the floor. Dust and the dreams scattered... Bittersweet, bittersweet It all seemed right We ruled a house of cards... Bittersweet, bittersweet The house fell down. Only to scatter pictures...
Don't burst my bubble! Quick quick to the zidery doo Only that shall save the bubble from trouble. Oh dear, oh my oh what have you done?! Another few moments and my bubble is Done, gone for kaput evermore! No joy for me, tears will flood this floor. And drown drown all shall be drowned... All because, you bursted the worsted of all troubles You friend...burst my bubble.
Now sit back, relax and have a quick seat I'll start from your head and work to your feet. What's that? oh my! You're starting to leak Don't worry, don't fret We'll be less than a week! Too long you say? Oh dear oh no! Oh well, too bad you'll just have to go The quickest of quicks and speedys of speeds Have no fear I'll look after your needs. Now, dear "friend" ignore my laugh It cackles you say? I gahuff and galaff?
Hehe what fun and soon to be double. Oh dear my friend I've burst your bubble...
