Well, if you know me, then you know that this would be my third thread for my writings. If you don't know me, as in your a new(er) user, than this is my third thread for my writings. This is a fairly akward situation, so I feel the need to explain:
I am making this final thread (and yes, final), because I realised something during my Hiatus. When I 'quit' AG, I was fairly discusted with my works. I absolutely loathed them. And after a while, I realized something: that it didn't matter. Who cares what I thought about them. What matters is what OTHERs think about them. I wouldn't be able to grow as a writer if my angst over my own works led people to assume that they WERE bad.
While some of them genuinely reeked, there were others that were genuinely good. And as I looked back over my first writings, I realized another thing too: that I had gotten better. That my works had gone from a slipshod, unbalanced affair to a generarrly more organized shipshod affair.
So I am not making this thread to be unique in having *3* threads about my work, or for vanity, or anything like that. I am making it so that you, the reader, will look at my works, and will hopefully tell me how to get better.
A lonely coin lives in my cup; Rags lie upon my head. No food nor drink have I to sup, And stones make up my bed.
You meant not to stroll on this street, But now you're here, indeed. You quickly move your booted-feet, And ignore those who plead.
My voice pines like a dieing flute, But you hear not my call. I see all of the destitute, But you see none at all.
Now hark! And hear the orphan cry! Hear how the widow weeps! Do not ignore the poor who die Alone within their sleep!
I do not mean to make a fuss, But shackles bow your head! For Scrooge dwells within all of us, And all of us are dead. __________ Wrote this for the poetry contest. The theme was Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol".
Your halucinations about me being subservient to you were... humorous, at first. But now I am seriously concerned about your mental well being. Not what I care about you at all, no, but because such a mental state interferes with your ability to serve me.
Just face it, Mav, I'm never going to serve you or anybody else. Like I said, I am Alexis, servant to no one and ruler of all I survey, which is EVERYTHING. Now put that in your juicebox and suck it. Then write a pretty little poem about how much it hurts to be servant to some random AG chick.
I never saw it happening, I never thought it would go down. Till you came out, and told me all; Destiny. I should have seen this coming on, given how quickly you joined me. A quick goodbye, so meaningless; History.
Now I can see you walking out, into the dark and stormy night. You broke my heart, and crushed my dreams; Tragedy. Sadness shall reign another day, put all my hopes to frenzied flight. Where you go now, I could care less; Mystery.
My broken hands reach to the stars, towards flowing time and endless space. I cast away, and forgot all; Memory. I can't even remember when, they say I lost my only friend. I barely live, I lost the will; Hopelessly. __________ I wrote this for the 10-Day Poetry Contest. The theme was 'Regrets and Resolutions'.
Im really touched. These poems are really good! I cant believe u didn't get at least a trophy for these! Im more of the gamer but I also like poetry I got 4 of ur poems in my room and get my inspiratiion from them
I cant believe u didn't get at least a trophy for these!
Wow man, thanks, you're too kind. I'm not very public with my works, though NaNoWriMo inspired me to go through with my idea to write a book. Once I get done with the outline, perhaps I'll put a bit up here.
I got 4 of ur poems in my room and get my inspiratiion from them
I'm touched bro. I have to ask though, which ones do you have?
