Haven't posted in a while.
March on
March, my friends,
March on.
Never give in,
Fight till the end,
And even then, fight more.
Nothing will stop us.
For we march,
March on until the end,
Even beyond that.
Soulless
Color illuminates this world,
Filling it with life.
And Beauty.
Happiness.
But something's wrong.
Holes open,
Sucking,
Vanquishing,
Obliterating,
Killing everything.
Laying waste to all.
And people slow down,
Time slows down,
To a crawl;
The very arms of the clock,
struggling to put another arm forward,
Stop.
Dead.
Lifeless.
And the world is left,
Soulless.
Emotion
Locked away,
In a box, hidden.
Afraid to open the closed door,
To unleash the wave that would,
Flood the world.
With emotion.
A mask, hiding this,
So it stays hidden.
Pull the mask away,
Away.
It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring. -Carl Sagan
Times change, worlds change, but people, people never change.
What had started as an arduous project is now one of my passions. I love to write; this is where I try to paint pictures--with words. I'm a sophomore in high school, if you're wondering.
Need to contact me for some reason? My email is dsrandhawa3244@gmail.com.
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4 comments:
Mr J: I have yet to look at the poets you've recommended, and I'm going to read all of them a little bit each before I write some new things.
And thanks, the four people who go to this blog. If you do come here, *PLEASE* comment! I'd appreciate it very much.
I really like all of the poems! The first one almost reminded me of the Civil War, especially with such persistence in it. The second one started to remind me of a rainbow then turned it into someting scarier, almost like the end of the world. Finally, the last one could me compared to the way people are today. Hiding their true selves away, becoming something they are not. You are still one of the best poets I have ever read! Also, could you send me some of the poets Mr.J recommended for you?
I like the rhythm of March On. There is this thing that happens in your poems from time to time, and it's like waves; there are lines that lengthen, building to a crascendo of meaning, and then tapering off again as you resign yourself to the notion that we cannot do much more than our best, pick yourself up and march on. Excellent.
Kelsey, I'm far, far off from perfect, but thanks anyways! I'll send those poets to you via email tomorrow hopefully. Mr J, I kindaof know what you're talking about. I can usually tell when something I have sounds good, but I'll always upload everything I write just to prove a point that not everything I'll make is great and not everything I'll make isn't when I'm writing at my best. Thanks for reading, Mr. J and Kelsey. It means a lot.
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