poet i wish i could be *nods*
yahs, i have people tell me i can write, but i don't really believe so, for a poem is all that you get out of it, and i don't get anything out of my own writing so for me, i am nothing.
Fate, what a horrid thing,that which says you have no choice,that which says you are made to do something no matter what, that which i hate.
I am fated to make sacrifices,ones i would make every day of the week,but in and of itself, this is the source of pain.I have to let go of everything i hold dear, so others wont feel my pain.
But despite that, i never feel mad, or depressed about it. In acceptance you find peace, and an understanding of why. Everyone is made to be some sort of tool on this earth, i was made as someone who gives up himself to help the greater good, i was made a martyr, or so i would i would love to believe. I would love to think i am important enough to be told that maybe im a martyr of some kind.
So what am i complaining about? Why should it matter if it doesn't bother me? Because it does bother me, for I know that if anyone else was told they were fated to not have what they want most they would say no way and work for it. But for some reason, my burning fire of passion is not met by the equally hot flame of desire to get that. I am now just a sheep, someone who will be hearded by fate.
So when i come by grazing, and you need help, you will watch me smile and help. Know that deep inside im dying, and maybe in some sick sense of the word, living. I smile knowing that it IS what i want but at the same time its not. I want to break free of my shackles, but i hid the key from myself, for i put them on me. Now i will be happy, but will i ever be truly happy? we might see that as my destiny, before i die.
Ace peacecraft
yahs i know it doesn't look like your typical poem, and seems more like a rant, but whatever. I chose every word there for some reason or another, and its made to express a point. I really am not angry or caring what happens lol. I just got inspiration to write so i did.
Fate, what a horrid thing,that which says you have no choice,that which says you are made to do something no matter what, that which i hate.
I am fated to make sacrifices,ones i would make every day of the week,but in and of itself, this is the source of pain.I have to let go of everything i hold dear, so others wont feel my pain.
But despite that, i never feel mad, or depressed about it. In acceptance you find peace, and an understanding of why. Everyone is made to be some sort of tool on this earth, i was made as someone who gives up himself to help the greater good, i was made a martyr, or so i would i would love to believe. I would love to think i am important enough to be told that maybe im a martyr of some kind.
So what am i complaining about? Why should it matter if it doesn't bother me? Because it does bother me, for I know that if anyone else was told they were fated to not have what they want most they would say no way and work for it. But for some reason, my burning fire of passion is not met by the equally hot flame of desire to get that. I am now just a sheep, someone who will be hearded by fate.
So when i come by grazing, and you need help, you will watch me smile and help. Know that deep inside im dying, and maybe in some sick sense of the word, living. I smile knowing that it IS what i want but at the same time its not. I want to break free of my shackles, but i hid the key from myself, for i put them on me. Now i will be happy, but will i ever be truly happy? we might see that as my destiny, before i die.
Ace peacecraft
yahs i know it doesn't look like your typical poem, and seems more like a rant, but whatever. I chose every word there for some reason or another, and its made to express a point. I really am not angry or caring what happens lol. I just got inspiration to write so i did.