A heated haven of memories
Hidden in the caverns of my mind
Recessed yet revealed through
Every thought and action combined.
An ember glows in secret slumber
A spark of relentless hope
A thread of distant, unknown fabric
That unravels as I grope.
In a world defined by my perception
I see only that which I desire
So my world is filled with self deception
My finely built but false empire.
We sit in our towers and watch each other
Through bulletproof windows and walls
Spying and watching and waiting to see
Which tower crumbles first and who falls.
My house lasted longer, a week or a day
It must mean I'm superior, yes?
I'm bigger, I'm faster, I'm smarter than you
If there's a winner I'm more and you're less.
How many of us play this game in our heads
Thinking we must play the game?
Thinking we must play or else lose the fight
And looking for someone to blame.
A prison is what we've created, no more
And we locked ourselves in with the key
We with our thoughts and our actions must learn
How to finally set ourselves free.
Real Life
Real Life
Thank you for the encouragement. I have copywrited a number of them and am hoping to compile a book. I am also trying to publish some children's poems. Not too easy to connect with publishers as they are so inundated with submissions.
Real Life
Hello Coan, whenever you publish a book of poems, you have yourself one buyer already (me). Keep up the good effort.
A formula for tact: "Be brief politely, be aggressive smilingly, be emphatic pleasantly, be positive diplomatically, be right graciously".
Real Life
Koan, outstanding. Truly expressive and perceptual.
I've written alot of poetry, but have not seemed inspried lately. This forum may help me get back in touch. Thank you, Bullet
I've written alot of poetry, but have not seemed inspried lately. This forum may help me get back in touch. Thank you, Bullet
Death is more universal than life. For although everyone dies, not everyone truly lives.
Real Life
You're right bullet, the more you read other people's poems the more likely the inspiration would be ignited like a spark.
A formula for tact: "Be brief politely, be aggressive smilingly, be emphatic pleasantly, be positive diplomatically, be right graciously".
Real Life
I find I go through sometimes long periods of not writing then when it starts again it is even better. I am getting tons of encouragement here. Maybe it's time to start compiling. Thing is, when my new poems are better I don't want to print the old ones.
Real Life
I've experienced that with my earlier poems too, but you can always give them (the old poems) additional finishing touches. As far as i am concerned, no poem is completely finished untill it is published and fully copyrighted.
A formula for tact: "Be brief politely, be aggressive smilingly, be emphatic pleasantly, be positive diplomatically, be right graciously".