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.
Where have the years gone? As Death approaches me, I Find I never lived. __________ Wrote this for the Haiku Contest. The theme was 'All You Need is Love'.
I'm getting this thread locked, because it seems I can't put out any poetry without it being of a lack luster quality. So until I actually find that spark of inspiration, you won't be hearing any more from me.
Rise Up from The ashes And take form from All that used to be. Ignite, and consume whats Left, that the flames might guide me As I move forward into bliss.
The night life, the bright life, I just want the good life. I hope that I make it somehow. Soon I will learn how to sweep up the ashes, And make sense of all that remains. And make sense of all that remains.
Hello dear, you're what I fear. You're waiting for me to fall down, You're waiting for me to lose!
You promise yet, I'll suffer less. You say it as if I could choose, You say it like I can win!
Ever so slowly you creep down the freeway. Now you're standing at my front door.. I knew you would find me, and knew you would tell me, That all of my dreams can come true. That all of my dreams can come true.
Hello dear, you're what I fear. You're waiting for me to fall down, You're waiting for me to lose!
You promise yet, I'll suffer less. You say it as if I could choose, You say it like I can win!
You say it as if I could choose, But may be I can still win...
Hello Mav hope you overcome this hurdle in life and not end up like moi emoting. See the light at the end of the tunnel! Don't write emo poetry! And much less give it to your fresh ex like moi did in mine angiised state of mind. Take care.
