Many places, I've come to know, People of different cultures, too; They all have their thing, Something that they can do, But not me, not yet, My talent has yet to show up. I write and write, plots And twists and poems and Even the rare favorite of The readers I've lured And ensnared in my blog. Yet deep inside, I force myself To write the words that meet The lines of text and thoughts. Then I turn to run, and Find the wind upon my face As I escape my life, But it always catches up, And the worries I face Distract me, making the Outside world obsolete. Even in reading, I find Myself buried in stories That show misfortune in the Lives of fictional characters, Directly only to do as they Were told by the writer. And yet, in stories there is a Beauty unmatched by reality, A world that eventually Results in kindness and Peace and excitement. And being in those worlds, If only for a mere moment, Is my hobby. If only I could Be the character in the ...
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ReplyDeleteThis is so great, btw. It really addresses everyone's quiet and personal self-doubts.
Oooh! Is this about God??
Thanks!
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Well, not really. That does fit, actually, but it's not exactly who I'm addressing :) Actually, fun fact, you've met this person in real life
Wow, Mark. I really love this poem. I think this is one of my favorites of yours right after your onion poem. I cracked up laughing from that one! I thought it was clever. Anyway, I liked the first few lines especially of this one:
ReplyDelete"A thousand friends,
Won't solve loneliness,
A thousand doctors,
Can't cure pain."
That was a punch in the gut to me, that very realization. Overall, I really like how this in-depth poem was done, and it flows so smoothly. Another awesome poem. I enjoyed reading it.
Lol Glad you like it so much!
DeleteAnd yeah, that was a punch in the gut for me, too, but I find it to be true; there are doctors, and pain coexists. There are friends, but it seems that can create as much loneliness as it fixes (like, if someone doesn't have friends, and sees a group of friends, they begin to feel lonely). This is probably one of my darkest poems, next to Broken
As Lucy said, it was kind of a punch in the gut, like a stomach drop when you're on a roller coaster and go over the edge without seeing the ground under you and your stomach does a flip. It's really dark and it's like every line was written with this raw emotion. It's so so great to find that friend you can yourself around and who makes you feel loved, like you said, you could have tons of friend but feel lonely, but it takes that special one who you could really relate to and be true with. This is great, I loved this piece, it's an eye opener for sure, I feel tempted to chat my bestie to tell her how great of a friend she is rn XD
ReplyDeleteLol Like many dark sides, there are encouragements to discover! :D
DeleteHa! True true, I'm a strong believe in every dark moment there is light, may be hard to see, but it's always there, and yes, the poem was dark and deep but there was light in it. :D
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DeleteThis was raw, Mark. I enjoyed reading this immensely! The first four lines especially struck me. I'm glad I was finally able to have time to read your blog, it's beautifully constructed. Sorry I kinda lost contact with you. Also, Happy New Years! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I appreciate it!
DeleteAnd thanks, but this blog would have been so much cooler, but that particular design unfortunately compromised the ability to comment on the pages (such as discussion board, Q/A board, and others) :P
Lol I know (and know of) a TON of people who have become super busy, and even more people whom I've lost contact with, so don't worry about it! :D
Happy New Years! :D
This is beautiful.
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