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Never written a poem prior to today.
I've never written a poem prior to the bus ride home today.
Never really read any either. Never really posted much on here either so I may aswell give something back. Here are some thoughts from an Aussie teenager. Lost in the sea of my eternal youth Will the day come where the plug is pulled Darkness the protector of my existance The glow of the screen my only light. Some day the plug will be pulled. The people are sheep. Where is the shephard? The shephard is gone. Lost in the glow of modern life. Gone are the values that built our world. It will all come to an end. Music the masseuse of my mind. Cleansing the soul of all dispair. The bringer of light to my dark mind. The good people. Where have they gone? The shephard is calling but they are not found. They are there. Hidden in the folds of society. Children Blank paper on which we draw. Sponges in a sea of regret. Written only in ink. The modern mind mocks those of old. The individual is gone. Leaving only the select. It will never reverse. Crap? Maybe. If it is I don't want to hear it. :) |
damb, this is your first poetry attempt? exelent!
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haha really? That's good to hear.
I might make it a habit on my bus ride to/from school. |
Nice work, Yes, please post some more.
Sometimes when you get started, you cant stop. |
I really like it - I'm not a teenager anymoe yet still often feel the same :)
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The thing is poetry is all in wahat you want it to be, if someone doeasn't like then fuck them. The purpose is for you to enjoy what your doing and not what others think, imagine if people wrote for others? There would never be anyhting creative.
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