Our Way of Expression

[A Many Splendored Thing]

A place we can share our creative expressions of who we are.

Maybe we can learn from each other with our different ways of writing. It would be fun to see what poems everyone could come up with and put here. We could share our analysis of them before the writer says what they tried to portray.

I wrote this on Jan 24. I never bothered to put a title on it. I still remember I was sitting in physics class as I wrote this, and I had given up on trying.

As I sit here,
I don't know what to say.
All I ever do is push people away.
My heart feels sorrow,
But I can't afford to borrow
Hope.
The strength to stand up and say
This is who I am.
Without hope, life is nothing.
I am nothing,
But a leaf in the wind.
Afraid to change who he is,
To fly the right way.
In the end, I may just lose myself,
In the Fall, waiting, waiting
For my chance to show the world;
That there is always a little
Hope.

 

[Sial Axetder]

If you've gone to hope, the next phase is just having some things to do. Beyond that, you just do.

Here he lies dead
Here he lies selfishly unfed
Wakening moments spent in dread
Frightfully he denies all advice to succeed
Angerly he denies all advice, to him they impede
Disfunctionaly unaware
Distasetfully without care
To succomb to eventual life's routine?
Becoming, to all once loved, mean
Heart of iron love, a slave
Now and empty cavernous cave

 

[A Many Splendored Thing]

If you've gone to hope, the next phase is just having some things to do. Beyond that, you just do.

Here he lies dead
Here he lies selfishly unfed
Wakening moments spent in dread
Frightfully he denies all advice to succeed
Angerly he denies all advice, to him they impede
Disfunctionaly unaware
Distasetfully without care
To succomb to eventual life's routine?
Becoming, to all once loved, mean
Heart of iron love, a slave
Now and empty cavernous cave

A person who doesn't interact with others, because he is afraid of what lies ahead. He doesn't want to be just another person, and he thinks he is better than them. As he grows more hateful, he becomes a slave to his own hate. It destroys who he once was. Now, alone and empty, he needs someone to show him that there is always a little light even in the darkest cave.

I might've added that last bit even if it isn't there directly.::

 

[alwaysrunning]

a change that has come
only seen but those who seem to have never noticed before
the hurt i experienced when i was calling out for more
now i keep it hidden, and yet now is when my disguise is being praised
tells me i look happy, then asks me if I'm fine
im not happy I'm still a failure
but you'll never know that because everyone deserves my lie
you don't deserve to be brought down by my pathetic anguish
better off the truth be left for the undead
i used to be honest and avoided
now I'm fake and embraced
the change is now i am a hypocrite
the change is now I'm a lie
We all know things never remain static but my happiness is nothing but a lie
Until the day i start to believe it
Till then....for now my truths deserve to be left rotting alive



not even sure exactly what i wrote here, but still apologize for all the grammar mistakes I'm sure i made =p

 

[A Many Splendored Thing]

a change that has come
only seen but those who seem to have never noticed before
the hurt i experienced when i was calling out for more
now i keep it hidden, and yet now is when my disguise is being praised
tells me i look happy, then asks me if I'm fine
im not happy I'm still a failure
but you'll never know that because everyone deserves my lie
you don't deserve to be brought down by my pathetic anguish
better off the truth be left for the undead
i used to be honest and avoided
now I'm fake and embraced
the change is now i am a hypocrite
the change is now I'm a lie
We all know things never remain static but my happiness is nothing but a lie
Until the day i start to believe it
Till then....for now my truths deserve to be left rotting alive



not even sure exactly what i wrote here, but still apologize for all the grammar mistakes I'm sure i made =p

Those that never listened to truth will listen to your lies, yet as all webs of lies go, you can never tell the truth for fear of hurting another or yourself. Lying will never bring happiness to the liar. He lies to himself but can never believe it. The lies only tear himself apart.

Perhaps truth to one that will listen will help the liar. A wise being can tell the truth from lies and the lies from truth, and they may know the answer to why the liar always lies and be able to help.

 

[A Many Splendored Thing]

As I sit here,
I don't know what to say.
All I ever do is push people away.
My heart feels sorrow,
But I can't afford to borrow
Hope.
The strength to stand up and say
This is who I am.
Without hope, life is nothing.
I am nothing,
But a leaf in the wind.
Afraid to change who he is,
To fly the right way.
In the end, I may just lose myself,
In the Fall, waiting, waiting
For my chance to show the world;
That there is always a little
Hope.

I used the first five lines as an abcbc rhyming scheme, because when people think of poems, they think rhyming. I then switched to free verse to at the point of "this is who I am" to be freer; I won't follow the path of others. I won't rely on others and borrow their strength, their hope.

I am just another "leaf" in this world, but all leaves must fall off the tree at some point, so to speak. I may be different, but I am still a leaf. I can fit in even with my differences. I will show the world what true strength is.
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I can be a little too much of a dreamer sometimes. I love imagining what I could do if I ever chose to push myself to my limits. Where I could go. What I could do. This world is such a terrible place; I want to fix it. Of course, the phrase "easy for you to say" fits here.