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I Don't Want To Be a Poet!
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I don't want to be a poet!
These words bring me such shame.
I have stories to write, plots to devise,
And characters to name.
I don't want to be a poet!
I despise this rhythm and rhyme.
It's all so deep and emotional;
I can't be like that all the time!
See? That last rhyme sucked!
Being a poet isn't all that fun.
It isn't easy laying out a thought made of many words
When you're using almost none.
I don't want to be a poet,
But it's not as silly as it seems.
I don't want people to only like my work
Simply because it's easy to read.
These words bring me such shame.
I have stories to write, plots to devise,
And characters to name.
I don't want to be a poet!
I despise this rhythm and rhyme.
It's all so deep and emotional;
I can't be like that all the time!
See? That last rhyme sucked!
Being a poet isn't all that fun.
It isn't easy laying out a thought made of many words
When you're using almost none.
I don't want to be a poet,
But it's not as silly as it seems.
I don't want people to only like my work
Simply because it's easy to read.
I'm a novelist and pride myself on my stories, but on DA it seems the only things that get recognition are poems and fanfic.
Don't get me wrong, I like poetry. I like to write it because, for me, it doesn't take a lot of thought and I can put them on here faster than I can a full-length story. (There's less editing
)
The disheartening thing is that, I think, a lot of people don't want to take the time to read a long story or even a really wordy poem. So sometimes I'm a little hard on the poems and the fanfic - especially the the fanfic. And I know we all write one at one time or another. It just irritates the part of me that isn't a writer and doesn't know that I write because I love it and not because I want to be popular on the internet. That other part of me that desperately wants to be popular on the internet hates that a lot of times, work that is not very good can get way more views and likes on here just because it's a fanfic. The most popular thing in my gallery is a fanfic, based on characters I didn't create and a story I didn't imagine, where my original stuff pretty much goes unnoticed.
Does it matter? No, not really. But it would be nice to see those works getting more recognition. I don't mean just mine. I think there are a lot of us there that feel the same way.
Don't get me wrong, I like poetry. I like to write it because, for me, it doesn't take a lot of thought and I can put them on here faster than I can a full-length story. (There's less editing
)The disheartening thing is that, I think, a lot of people don't want to take the time to read a long story or even a really wordy poem. So sometimes I'm a little hard on the poems and the fanfic - especially the the fanfic. And I know we all write one at one time or another. It just irritates the part of me that isn't a writer and doesn't know that I write because I love it and not because I want to be popular on the internet. That other part of me that desperately wants to be popular on the internet hates that a lot of times, work that is not very good can get way more views and likes on here just because it's a fanfic. The most popular thing in my gallery is a fanfic, based on characters I didn't create and a story I didn't imagine, where my original stuff pretty much goes unnoticed.
Does it matter? No, not really. But it would be nice to see those works getting more recognition. I don't mean just mine. I think there are a lot of us there that feel the same way.
The MirrorThe Mirror
Would you like to see where you bruised me?
Would you like to hear the voices in my head?
I'll take you to the place
Where my nightmares became reality.
I want you to suffer in the subconscious of yourself.
A corpse is what I am now.
A grave is where I sleep.
But everything you put me through is just a bad memory.
Would you like to feel the burns you left on my heart?
Would you like to taste the blood spilt on the ground?
I'll show you the glass
That used to be a mirror.
Stare at your reflection; cower at the sight.
You can't hurt me anymore.
I'm finally safe.
And all these scars represent my escape.
Have you come
Exobyte SyndromeHeroes and villains we,
Cursed by a madman;
Forgotten by society.
We don the cape and mask,
Unworthy of our own tales
Or glories in which to bask.
No one notices our feats or deeds,
But we stand by our pledge
And honor our creeds.
Tirelessly, we fight on,
The world never saved
Nor battles ever won.
We are a sad, tired, abominable race,
With great powers we didn't choose
And even greater fates.
Collapse of the 21st CenturyWhat's this world coming to?
Ruled by the ignorant and brainless.
We all love the chaos,
And we think that war is painless.
It's dog eat dog,
Push and prod.
Persecuting everybody in the name of God.
The media's polluted.
Our government is convoluted,
And the rest of the world included.
What are we doing to ourselves?
Searching for cheap thrills,
We down pills,
Doing anything to fill
This void we find.
Thinking it's our hearts
But it's all in our minds.
All we wanna do is
Be ourselves,
Won't bow to you or anyone else.
But where's the meaning?
I can't understand the reason
For this blood we're bleeding,
The hate we're fe
The Waiting Room Part IWhite
Red
Black
The atmosphere all around was distorted and fuzzy. A heavy cloud of haze hovered over all and prevented Jason from seeing. He was able to make out a few things: that the walls of whatever room he was in were spotlessly white and that there appeared to be several people in the room with him. He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could hear their voices as if they were inside his head.
"There's no hope," one said.
"Yes, I do believe he is lost," continued another.
"Mmhmm. He's coming around."
"There's still a chance," another voice—a woman's—stated, full of hope.
Jason strained his eyes but still could no
How Far Would You Go?The year is 2083.
One fourth of the Earth's population has vanished from its face and all that is left is evil. Some are blissfully unaware of the fact that the New Earth is a polluted and desolate place. Others are all too familiar with its hostilities. Religion, independence, and freewill have been stripped from the most recent generation of the world, and now, the Human race is dying.
Siblings off the streets of a devastated town, a man accused of a crime he did not commit, the son of a wealthy scientist, a drug dealer, and two sisters on the run for their lives. Seven kids, all of different ag
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I know the feeling to some degree. I started drawing when I was 4, and stuck with it throughout most of my life until I realized no one understood the drawings that had symbolism in them. (I was heavily inspired by Salvador Dali's paintings) So I have very few of those types of drawings up on DA. When I started listening to heavy metal, I realized the potential of getting ideas across through writing. I started writing essentially song lyrics, which of course, without music, just came across as half-assed poetry. I began reading bits and pieces of old poets, and honestly it made me a bit sick to my stomach... all these poets gazing at streams and waterfalls and getting this pseudo-depth out of it, it literally made me sick.
There were only a few poets that really hit home, and they were typically the really weird ones. (notably e.e.cummings) When I started combining his sort of style of writing with inspiration from bands with technical lyrics like Meshuggah, Fear Factory, Devolved, or early Mudvayne... then I sorta found "my" style and found I could relay exactly what I was trying to.
But I still feel the same way about writing. I honestly wanted to get my ideas out through drawings (I just prefer pencil to paint, I don't like the lack of control I feel with a brush) so writing still feels like somewhat of a last resort.
There were only a few poets that really hit home, and they were typically the really weird ones. (notably e.e.cummings) When I started combining his sort of style of writing with inspiration from bands with technical lyrics like Meshuggah, Fear Factory, Devolved, or early Mudvayne... then I sorta found "my" style and found I could relay exactly what I was trying to.
But I still feel the same way about writing. I honestly wanted to get my ideas out through drawings (I just prefer pencil to paint, I don't like the lack of control I feel with a brush) so writing still feels like somewhat of a last resort.