Unlike some writers and poets I can never grab on to any recurring theme, so you will find my works to be all over the place. Some ideas of what is to come:
Disturbance.
I am the mountain,the solid rock, the earth; I am impenetrable, a fortress; a god, I am blank, unemotional,my will implacable. no sight nor touch nor memory;I am alone.
Then it came; no, she came, She was stirring,beauty, emotion, happinessfreedomexcitement and disturbing all at once! She was an idea, a message that rushed right through me, The idea that,life was possible that I, beast of solitude could could have something I dared not think about, that I could fulfill my life with one cliched word:love.
Am now peaceful as i lay dying, the lover long dead; knowing I soon follow, staring at the long part between birth and death I impart to you,dear human:contentment is the greatest thing to achieve. That was one of my first attempts at writing that sort of work. The different styles are on purpose, if your wondering.
Hope for the future For the moment people like us simply have to continue living. Speaking about such despair shall bring nothing. But the knowledge that, if you could change one persons life for the better by spreading common sense,logic and wisdom could change your perception of this flawed,imperfect world for a long time.
I believe that all people have potential, and that it's the job of clever people to influence and shape it. I was once depressed at the pointlessness of man, but then I realizedersevere in life. Endure, who knows? it might be fun.
Contradiction Acrostic
I llogical
L oneley O ld V ile E ntrapment
Y uck O utrage U needed
AG3
A mbitious R iveting M edieval O n-going R oaring
G erbil A rousing M astery E lysian S uperabundance
3 ...ee
The Efan adventures in limerick style (more to come)
An Efan fell out a plane, his life going down the drain, he took a look down, saw the whole town, and found himself in pain.
An efan once went splat, scaring a poor rat, the rat flew high, afraid it might die, and flew into the arms of a cat.
Please post what you think and your ideas for improvements.
"Never underestimate a writers need for your opinion"
Well you have the sporadic subjects down pat. The limerick rocks Love You Acrostic was pretty funny. Hope for the future, aye laddie. We shall hope! Disturbance... There is something off about it. The first stanza is really great. The second one, not so much. You put too much into your lines for you to shorten it down so much in the third stanza.
Now that you say it, I think you're right. The writing for each stanza was meant to be slightly different styling to represent the disturbing change. But too much.
I am the mountain,the solid rock, the earth; I am impenetrable, a fortress; a god, I am blank, unemotional,my will implacable. no sight nor touch nor memory;I am alone.
Then it came; no, she came, She was stirring,beauty, emotion; She was an idea, a message that rushed right through me, The idea that,life was possible; that I, beast of solitude could could have something I dared not think about, that I could fulfill my life with one cliched word:love.
I am now peaceful as I lay dying, the lover long dead; knowing I soon follow, staring at the long part between birth and death I impart to you,dear human:contentment is the greatest thing to achieve.
Better? Worse? You be the judge, but i'm separating and keeping backup copies.
I dared not to be. That just sounds a bit better to me. Then again, I love rhyming poetry more than the rest.
Then it came; no, she came, She was stirring,beauty, emotion, She was an idea, a message that rushed right through me, The idea that, life was possible; that I, beast of solitude could could have something I dared not to be. that I could fulfill my life with one cliched word:love.
In my eyes, I saw it as the person finding love, like in a box, and he had hoped of it, and dreamed of it. and he had almost fully convinced himself it could not possibly be Get it?
This is me, this is me, thinking mystrange thoughts, thinking mystrange thoughts, what will I do, what will he do, where shall I go, where shall he go, into the depths, into the depths, depths of the mind, depths of your mind, my life is pain, life is pain, how will I go on, how will I go, how, , .
Why can't I do this. Every time I try it just gets harder and harder. Tears fill my eyes as I remember the music teachers words. "You are a useless, waste of space". "You shame the piano and disrespect the people that have brought it to glory". That *****. I have tried so hard. Is it my fault that this language is incomprehensible? Why can everyone else have this talent while I can't even understand the words to a song. Music is beautiful. All I want to do is express my appreciation for it by learning. It's pointless. The "teacher" was right...
