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Apr 07, 2013 06:06PM
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I agree! It's really great. Very well written, Zach
http://figment.com/books/639781-Stori...I'm posting this one again because it is where I post all the little updates and where I add stories and poetry.
I really like your writing! It's really well-written and flows beautifully :D
i love the chapter that you wrote it's so good
Wow. Your writing flows perfectly and the word choice is beautiful!
Sarah wrote: "Wow. Your writing flows perfectly and the word choice is beautiful!"Thanks!
New poem:http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
I'm different.
People go to school to learn.
I go to argue.
I do not sit and digest the banal information.
The opinions disguised as facts.
I like to refute and refuse.
Sometimes people get annoyed.
They say I'm just lazy,
that I don't understand how the world works,
or how a student must act.
That translates to scholastic failure,
yet intellectual success.
I write proficiently,
yet I despise writing in-school papers.
I'd rather discuss.
Like the philosophers of eras past.
All a paper does,
is to convince yourself.
Yourself!
Of your own self-righteous opinion.
If you discuss,
Discourse,
Digress,
Digest.
You learn to appreciate,
and you learn how to learn.
I can:
Refuse,
Refute,
Resolve.
I can:
Accept,
Amass,
Assemble.
We can take our new ideas.
Teach each other how to learn.
Who in turn can educate others.
Perhaps,
our educators can learn,
to teach what we learned,
when we:
Discussed,
Discoursed,
Digested.
I told you I was different.
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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
I'm different.
People go to school to learn.
I go to argue.
I do not sit and digest the banal information.
The opinions disguise..."
I like this poem. I don't know what advice to give you though. I liked how you had begin your poem and ended it.
Got a new one for ya:A breath in,
a heart out,
reaching out to those in need.
A song,
in which the wind carries us,
through the forests and over the hills.
The wind carries us to those in need,
those without a home,
those without one who cares.
Let the breeze carry you,
take you on strange journeys,
for you will meet another being in need.
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Nov13670 wrote: "I like this poem. I don't know why I think it is kind of strange though. I like it a lot. It reminds me of a book that had little poems in the beginning of each chapter."I like the books that do that a lot.
The Grace in Steel-Toed Boots:She glides effortlessly across the ball room floor. Routinely. She's played this game before.
You resist her temptations at first, but in the end, Democracy prevails. Those boots move in their predetermined motions, towards you.
She offers an irresistible deal, yet you still refuse. The night progresses and the cabaret singer continues her infectious performance.
As the singer ends her final number, the woman returns with her final offer. This is a well-rehearsed move. You deny her. She will not persist and states that she values your opinion.
Yet she'll be at your doorstep tomorrow morning. Whether you want it or not, Democracy comes to you.
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She glides effortlessly across the ball room floor. Routinely. She's played this game before.
You resist her temptations at first, but in the end, Democracy prevail..."
I don't exactly know what to say on this piece of writing of yours. It not not bad though. It is just different from what kind of poems and all I usually read.
it's a bit of a political poem, I suppose. take it how you will.
Hi all! Could ya do me a favor and rate my stuff on Teen Ink? It would help me get some exposure. Thanks! I got editor's choice on a poem already!http://teenink.com/users/Zesty_Taco
And a new one:Death for the undying,
Rest for the insomniac.
I have lived through innumerable moments.
To me, years do not exist.
I have engineered the passing of billions.
From the first man, to that celebrity you saw on T.V.
I visit them all the same.
In death, all are equal.
Some in undying agony,
Some comfortably asleep amongst the vast swathes of linens.
I find myself tired,
Wanting those linens.
I have seen enough.
I long for my own end.
check my profile for more!
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Death for the undying,
Rest for the insomniac.
I have lived through innumerable moments.
To me, years do not exist.
I have engineered the passing of billions.
From the first man, ..."
I like your word choices a lot. I'm just not sure about the poem itself. I'm not an expert on poems so, I don't exactly know what I don't like about the poem.
And another: In the sunlit moonlight,
People live their lives as they see fit.
No one questions.
No one sees deficiency.
In the sunlit moonlight,
The intolerable is tolerated.
Pain and suffering of others,
Is only a short tabloid in today’s newspaper.
In the sunlit moonlight,
The world is without blemish.
The weather report predicts a sunny day,
With weather in the upper seventies.
In the moonlit sunlight,
People see the bigotry.
People are unable to tolerate
Death and suffering
Persecution of others.
In the moonlit sunlight,
We stop and think.
What entitles me
To act so cruelly?
To hurt those who need help?
To damage those who have helped me?
Even if the moon and sun acted differently,
I would rather live in a clear-minded world
Over a world of blind apathy.
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In the sunlit moonlight,
People live their lives as they see fit.
No one questions.
No one sees deficiency.
In the sunlit moonlight,
The intolerable is tolerated.
Pain and suffering ..."
Liked it.
It's official: I have an author's profile now. I will be self-publishing my collection of poems and essays for $3.50 in about a month. So thanks everyone in this group for helping me along, because this group is where I post the majority of my stories.
