So guys... These are poems. I will be turning them in for class on thursday and well, I figure if I post them here, I won't be as scared for class... Yeah. What do you think?
“Fighting Chance”
Quietude of silence, dreams beneath destiny, Through the sounds surrounding What we were meant to be.
From the waters, watching. From the forest, taunting.
These are our fears, our hopes, and our lost opportunities.
It started late one night when the moon began to rise. It started when a child wouldn’t close their eyes.
Painting a picture, no one could believe, While the rest is watching. None of us could leave.
It’s the secrets no one shared. It’s the monsters we all dared.
With no flight, no freedom, and no responsibility.
It ended with a choice that no one could decide. That is why we wait, spoiled in those lies.
And this one I need to find a better way to present it. There is a "pattern". Can you find it?
“Sensitive”
What I did was not right or wrong, okay? Here is the truth, just do not share it! I am not who you think I should be. My path was decided too long ago, for that! See, I have never, not once, crossed that line! I try my best every single day to care. “Could not have it any other way,” I say! “Am I just some silly artist painting realistic fairytales? Like with everything I do, is it always nine?”
Any critiques, comments or the like would be much appreciated. I need to print 30 copies of them tomorrow. *panic attack*
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