I really enjoyed this class for the most part. It's true the mass
amounts of writing has been pretty strenuous, but combined with the
reading and the workshops, it's also given me a chance to practice a lot
of different techniques and tricks that I might never have thought of
on my own. All in all I can honestly say I'll treasure the input from
here and from the workshops, even if some ideas were hammered home with
exaggeration to make an easily recognized point to start working from. I guess
I'll just leave off with one of my favorites of the poems I've been working
on lately.
False Fit
I cannot say for all these passing trifles,
and how each should arise in eyes
the peacock standing proud,
flaunting for all to know his high regard.
Is it not the deftness of his company
which sways to rights his lording of attention?
Yet there he be all the same,
with great pomp adorning
an unfolding canvas
full of false confidence.
and how each should arise in eyes
the peacock standing proud,
flaunting for all to know his high regard.
Is it not the deftness of his company
which sways to rights his lording of attention?
Yet there he be all the same,
with great pomp adorning
an unfolding canvas
full of false confidence.
There is no grand scheme, only
the inevitable culmination
to the dance we play at.
Every man an island fighting
for the sake of his own shores,
building boats to burn bridges.
And oh how bright those bridges burn,
You might believe it an art,
crafted through generations
of a solid family business.
Passing hands such skills as these
move with hereditary ease.
the inevitable culmination
to the dance we play at.
Every man an island fighting
for the sake of his own shores,
building boats to burn bridges.
And oh how bright those bridges burn,
You might believe it an art,
crafted through generations
of a solid family business.
Passing hands such skills as these
move with hereditary ease.
Tear me open like a thief in the night
harvesting organs from a dead and dying man.
Save yourself, don’t bother with remorse.
I was no more use to you as you saw fit.
Cut ties, burn lives, this isn’t personal,
it’s preserving of prosperity.
I couldn’t imagine a sweeter deal,
tearing innards to set before you,
and souls no longer shackled
be set so free to roam.
harvesting organs from a dead and dying man.
Save yourself, don’t bother with remorse.
I was no more use to you as you saw fit.
Cut ties, burn lives, this isn’t personal,
it’s preserving of prosperity.
I couldn’t imagine a sweeter deal,
tearing innards to set before you,
and souls no longer shackled
be set so free to roam.
No matter the passing..
time stands still in its dark breath of tragedy..
forgotten realities ride the fence..
While days of night lay shade to bare..
Thoughts in vain
fight their acquiescence
to a darker strain..
A false fit born forth to its matron motive..
A misfit family self-condemned
to life in mind's exile.
Such omniscience this vantage never offered.
time stands still in its dark breath of tragedy..
forgotten realities ride the fence..
While days of night lay shade to bare..
Thoughts in vain
fight their acquiescence
to a darker strain..
A false fit born forth to its matron motive..
A misfit family self-condemned
to life in mind's exile.
Such omniscience this vantage never offered.
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