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.
Thanks Roger. And on that note, something long overdue:
Reflections VII
The Heart is the darkest part of the human enigma. It taints and corrupts all it touches, and has the power to turn even the most resolute man from the straightest path. It whispers sweet nothings into your ear, promising only the best, while leading you blindly into ruin. The Heart is the darkest part of the human enigma.
Ensnared by greater gravity, Breaking out, I aim for you. Comets impact the hardened ground, I whisper to the dark heavens:
That the truth is... Yeah, the truth is...
Interrupted by the cosmos, Brought back to Earth by my failed pride. Alone, I grovel in the dust, And speak my heart to the terrain:
That the truth is... Yeah, the truth is...
The galaxies just flit between; They ignore my worthless tears. I break the universal clock, And spill what I've been holding in:
That the truth is... I love you. Yeah, the truth is... I love you.
Then I crawl back Into your loving arms. Then I crawl back Into your loving arms. __________ Wrote this for the poetry contest, and the theme was 'Timing'.
I feel as if I've been taken advantage of. As if to pour salt into the wounds, I feel as if I've taken advantage of my self. It seems that every time I make a resolution, to do anything, I always end up betraying myself.
I fall into the same old traps, and push myself to climb out. Yet, I always end up falling into the trap again. Often times, I willingly do so, and know that I'm doing so, and yet do nothing to avoid it. I jump headlong into the mouth of the beast, and do so with pleasure.
Hey, Mav. Your writing is great, I already told you, right?
Its always appreciated though.
Anyway, I told a friend of mine that happens to be an english teacher that I saw good poetry here on AG. She asked me to show her.
So, I was thinking: Can I take some of your poetry to show to her?
Wow, thats awesome. Yeah man, have at it. Just mention I'm the writer, works are not to be distributed, etc, etc. Heres my more favorite works, though you're welcome to take anything. And any of my Haikus, too. Again, thats awesome, and thanks a bunch.
The Good Ship, Woadship (Page 2) A Creation (Page 5) My Tears Flow from Kokytos (Page 5) The Artist *V.2* (Page 6) I lose control./Step in, step out, (Page 10) Another Tragedy (Page 11) Life Time Serenity (Page 12) The Milky Way Waltz (Page 13)
Wow, thats awesome. Yeah man, have at it. Just mention I'm the writer, works are not to be distributed, etc, etc. Heres my more favorite works, though you're welcome to take anything. And any of my Haikus, too. Again, thats awesome, and thanks a bunch.
Thanks for allowing me and thanks for having so much nice poetry!
Because the lack of time (I needed to show them to her today by the morning or only next week) I only took your Mountains Nonet. I showed to her at 10PM (AGT)
She was amazed, even though that she found the part that said "Dead" a little bit too dark for her. I putted your username (as I don't know your real name) on the bottom of the sheet.
Also, I translated it to portuguese and showed it to a portuguese teacher. She likes poetry very much. She will see it next week because she's very busy.
I took some more poetry last monday. Once again, she was amazed. I can't recall now which ones I showed to her. :P
I talked to that portuguese teacher that I translated your Mountains Nonet. She loved it! She even asked me to translate more! I'll translate those I took this week for her and let you know what she thought about it.
