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Post by jim109109 on Dec 12, 2010 9:56:17 GMT -6
Our eyes discern then forget disorder They ignore the deceptively distant vicissitudes The face of tomorrow seems far and ineffectual. The legs of time activate themselves And lead to an inevitable destiny Which distorts itself until it's incomprehensible. The inconceivable mystery of tomorrow Obscures the mind of the curious. What's important becomes negligible Until we become unsure of our beliefs. We must doubt everything.
Travelers discern then assimilate They don't hound the unreachable Their eyes are wide open At each landmark, their thirst increases.
Calm comes after acceptance Acceptance follows understanding And understanding follows knowledge. Simplicity never precedes wisdom We should not let our fear guide us. A transient confusion, then sunrise A war broke out but left behind a truer day.
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Post by MyNameWasTaken on Dec 12, 2010 21:15:44 GMT -6
oh, Jimmy, you sexxi beast! I LOVE IT! would you mind if i shared this with my teacher?
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Post by jim109109 on Dec 12, 2010 22:17:06 GMT -6
Of course I don't mind. By the way the poem is about passage into adulthood
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Post by MyNameWasTaken on Dec 13, 2010 13:32:54 GMT -6
I knew it had something to do with a change, a change that had to occur (inevitable), and I knew it wasn't necessarily a welcome change. i like the last stanza. Excepting the change.
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Post by jim109109 on Dec 13, 2010 16:06:19 GMT -6
yup. I think it's a hard time to go through, discovering yourself and facing some serious life choices. It was hard for me, I wasn't sure I would like what I would out about myself. In the end it's more about accepting who you are. as a child you don't pause and think about those things much
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Post by MyNameWasTaken on Dec 14, 2010 13:02:01 GMT -6
Exactly, I've printed this and written all over it. I've dumbed it down to kindergarten standards, and I've torn it apart with analyzation .
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Post by jim109109 on Dec 14, 2010 13:49:03 GMT -6
Ha! Sounds like you had fun ^^ I'll let you know if I write anything else but I have to feel inspired first and write about a subject that really troubles me...or be forced to make a poem for French class
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Post by MyNameWasTaken on Dec 14, 2010 14:40:23 GMT -6
hehe, yeah even re-wrote it with different words. i like to know the poem inside and out i know what you mean about inspiration. this poetry class is killing me! i'm failing simply because i have a hard time writing without inspiration.
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Post by jim109109 on Dec 16, 2010 15:28:58 GMT -6
It does suck to be imposed to write something. For example, my teacher wanted our poem to have a certain length and mine was too short so I had to add the middle paragraph. I think the poem was better without it.
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Post by MyNameWasTaken on Dec 23, 2010 11:51:29 GMT -6
it seems you repeat what you've already said in the second stanza
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