I decided to start early on writing stuff for my school's literary magazine. All of this crap has been written in the past month. See, I want the maximum amount of submissions a single person is eligible for and nothing less this year (for those curious, only one of the four I submitted last year got in, but hey, only two were even considerably good). So I'm just going to keep writing writing writing.
Please criticize to your hearts content, from grammar to content to pseudo-deep message. Whatever makes it better. Whatever makes you feel better (than me).
I posted them in good-to-bad order by my opinion. So when you get bored, you can stop reading.
The Hallway of Time
In this hallway, you don't know what to do
There are two doors to each side of you
The hallway connects the left and the right
No tricks or surprises, nothing else in sight
They are aligned, due east and due west
Both very different, but none seems best
To your left is the door to the Past
Where change came first and nostalgia last
Apprehension behind, a tranquility throng
The Future could fix all that is wrong
All would be great from what they could tell
The Future, it seems, has it so well
Enough about that, there's still one more
To the right, the Future lies beyond a door
Pessimist domain, scarcity of joy
They say Past's assurance was merely a ploy
Eminent torture, life was like hell
The Past, it seems, had it so well
In this hallway, you don't know what to do
There are two doors to each side of you
Amongst the chaos you hear a voice
"You must go forward! You have no choice!"
So you walk forward into the wall
And perhaps that was wisest after all
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Gravity
There's a string.
It's on your back.
It pulls you up.
It picks up the slack.
Yet there's one more.
It's on your foot.
It pulls you down.
It keeps you put.
(I want to put a big fat =( at the end of this poem rofl)
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A Lost Tree
They tell me it was only a tree
But what could they see
It was a tree not to me
It was a friend held dearly
Now it is nothing to me
And it hurts me to see
Oh how I wish it were me
Oh how I wish it could be
Now a stubble on the earth
The open plains surround
And there's nothing around
But that stubble on the earth
Now it's only a grave
What's the use of a grave
Think of the space we could save
If it weren't a grave
But imagine if it were a tree
Oh how useful it'd be
For now it's nothing, you see
I think we should grow a tree
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(Last but not least I attempt emo poetry.)
Posthumous
Beads of tears roll down your face
To all the days that went to waste
We're here today but that's soon gone
From me, you'll never be apart apart
And you'll never leave my heart
Through the rain I will carry on
From you, the sun may shine again
I won't be there when I was back then
My love is not something worth living for
If you want me there another day
Don't let my spirit pass away
So the ones I love can see me once more
Battle the rain, and only then
The sun won't cease to shine again
Please criticize to your hearts content, from grammar to content to pseudo-deep message. Whatever makes it better. Whatever makes you feel better (than me).
I posted them in good-to-bad order by my opinion. So when you get bored, you can stop reading.
The Hallway of Time
In this hallway, you don't know what to do
There are two doors to each side of you
The hallway connects the left and the right
No tricks or surprises, nothing else in sight
They are aligned, due east and due west
Both very different, but none seems best
To your left is the door to the Past
Where change came first and nostalgia last
Apprehension behind, a tranquility throng
The Future could fix all that is wrong
All would be great from what they could tell
The Future, it seems, has it so well
Enough about that, there's still one more
To the right, the Future lies beyond a door
Pessimist domain, scarcity of joy
They say Past's assurance was merely a ploy
Eminent torture, life was like hell
The Past, it seems, had it so well
In this hallway, you don't know what to do
There are two doors to each side of you
Amongst the chaos you hear a voice
"You must go forward! You have no choice!"
So you walk forward into the wall
And perhaps that was wisest after all
----------
Gravity
There's a string.
It's on your back.
It pulls you up.
It picks up the slack.
Yet there's one more.
It's on your foot.
It pulls you down.
It keeps you put.
(I want to put a big fat =( at the end of this poem rofl)
----------
A Lost Tree
They tell me it was only a tree
But what could they see
It was a tree not to me
It was a friend held dearly
Now it is nothing to me
And it hurts me to see
Oh how I wish it were me
Oh how I wish it could be
Now a stubble on the earth
The open plains surround
And there's nothing around
But that stubble on the earth
Now it's only a grave
What's the use of a grave
Think of the space we could save
If it weren't a grave
But imagine if it were a tree
Oh how useful it'd be
For now it's nothing, you see
I think we should grow a tree
----------
(Last but not least I attempt emo poetry.)
Posthumous
Beads of tears roll down your face
To all the days that went to waste
We're here today but that's soon gone
From me, you'll never be apart apart
And you'll never leave my heart
Through the rain I will carry on
From you, the sun may shine again
I won't be there when I was back then
My love is not something worth living for
If you want me there another day
Don't let my spirit pass away
So the ones I love can see me once more
Battle the rain, and only then
The sun won't cease to shine again
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