The Race is.. Lost
Forever running, after this one thing.
So hard to just, stop, to let it all end.
Legs so.. tired. But you can't just stop yet. Not until you win.
But you don't realize how nonchalant this is,
When all you need is right in front of your eyes,
Yet Greed and Ignorance fuel you.
As you run, everything melts away, months pass by and you don't realize it was time to stop,
So,
Long ago, that the Race was.. Lost, you can no longer win.
There is no second chance, no simple way for you to make up what you've left behind.
There never will be; there never was.
I think that one is horrible, yet I'm staying true to my promise that I'd put all things on here, good and bad.
Here is my Biopoem for English. What we had to do was take a character, of Romeo and Juliet, and following a layout, write a poem. This is mine, it's not final.
Tybalt
Rash, Angered, Challenging, Hateful
Relative of Ares, God of War
Lover of his sword, his heritage,
And of challenge letters
Who feels the fiery rage of battle, the cold stench of Death's breath,
And the necessity of rivalry.
Who needs to fight, and to lust for revenge,
Never stopping until the deed is done.
Who fears the fall of the house of Capulet, the restrictions of Escalus,
But not Death.
Who gives everything to the fight, and to the reputation of the name of Capulet,
But he does not give in to defeat.
Who would like to see the fall of Montague, the death of Romeo,
And the everlasting reign of Capulet.
Resident of Hatred and Revenge,
Capulet
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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2 comments:
I like it. Tybalt is basically such a hot-head, such an impetuous jerk, and you capture his personality well.
for the race is lost,
i like the rhythm that you start with, the words seem to set a pace and then after "you don't realize it was time to stop", i like that breath with the "so,"
i dont think its as bad as you seem to think it is
if anything, play up that rhythm even more?
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