Today I actually put titles on my poems, because I hadn't before.
I don't have a favorite poet, mainly because I don't read very much poetry. If it's a book written in poetry, I like it, but otherwise, no.
Anyway.
You may critique/review it if you like. Or give feedback, etc. Actually, please critique it. And give feedback. Please, please, give me reasons for your opinions. I like in depth comments. (Who doesn't?)
Anyway(for the second time):
Here's the first.
Inspirat
âBe the change you want to see in the worldâ ~ Mahatma Ghandi
Life does not spring from death Freedom is not a force that breaks chains Love will not erupt from hate Power does not flow from weakness
You must make your life what it is be it happy or sad slow or fast light or burdened
You must have willpower to fight against what you do not want life does not happen, before your eyes while you watch and be lazy sitting on a couch eating Doritos
Yes, you may watch television and see what you think is life but you will never be exhilarated sitting down
You need to be the one standing at the edge of the cliff trying to keep your balance while someone is pushing you down You need to be the one rushing down the slope in makeshift skis trying to get away from your captors
No house will rise from the rubble if no one works to build it you will not eat if no food comes to your mouth
What you want will not happen if you do not make it so. (I was too lazy to finish the title)
I only read the last one, it's all I've got time for. I like it. But don't turn in to one of the dark writers that never ventures out of the shadows please.
I'm not sure how people find it disturbing, however, it is a dark poem. It's great though, like everything else that you've ever wrote, sheer brilliance. Keep writing.
My teeth make a cage. Can't you hear the monsters Banging off the walls of my mind, Pulling on the bars of their prison?
Look at me. See? I'm happy. I'm smiling. There are monsters wanting to shout. I have no treacherous words wanting Out.
I am stitched tight. These threads tie me to the ground, They keep the balance. These monsters are shards of glass. One false move, and the threads will break. Poison will seep from under my skin. These secrets, released, will suffocate us all. These stitches Hide Everything.
