Writing My Poems.

[Guest Zeronic]

Hi,

I joined this forum a short while ago, after reading through many of the posts here I've been truely inspired by some of the writers here, So I've written my own (short) poem.

...[B]All The Things I've Hated[/B]....

I've broken my wings,
Thrown them away,
Why should I need them anymore?
I said,
I've grown to learn,
All The Things I've Hated,
I've Loved The Most.

All I want to do is touch the sky,
Is that worth dying for?
Is that worth bleeding my soul away for?
Kiss my life away,
Dreams are there to be achieved
I say.

I'll turn my back on myself,
Is this my only way out?
Or am I just another lost cause?
Am I the creation of faith?
Or just another link in the frail chain of humanity?

I can always ask the questions,
But who dare answer them?
Give a chance to break this faith in knowledge
I don't want to manifest in this dark corner
I'll just spread my wings...
And fly...

Please post your opinions, they are welcomed postive or negative. :)

[KarmaOfChaos]

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It's...nick! Hey nick! Alright, enough of that. On to the review.

I've broken my wings,
Thrown them away,
Why should I need them anymore?
I said,
I've grown to learn,
All The Things I've Hated,
I've Loved The Most.

Very nice. It's the painful paradox, the love-hate relationship. Makes you wonder...do, at some point, hate and love become one?

All I want to do is touch the sky,
Is that worth dying for?
Is that worth bleeding my soul away for?
Kiss my life away,
Dreams are there to be achieved
I say.

This is my favorite stanza, because of the beautiful imagery. Reaching for something, but to grab hold, you have to sacrifice everything. And you decide that that's okay, because it's worth it, that's all you really want.

I'll turn my back on myself,
Is this my only way out?
Or am I just another lost cause?
Am I the creation of faith?
Or just another link in the frail chain of humanity?

Lol, remember, this is the one that confused me? The idea behind this stanza is brilliant, but you should try to make it a little more explicit.

I can always ask the questions,
But who dare answer them?
Give a chance to break this faith in knowledge
I don't want to manifest in this dark corner
I'll just spread my wings...
And fly...

Question everything. Rather than be afraid, try to fly. What can I say? I love it. The poem leaves you with a hopeful, but slightly obscure ending. Can you really fly?

Very nice Nick. You should write more, but then I've told you that already. ^-~

-Karma
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