Attention:calling all budding writers!!Watch
This. Is a thread for all you tsr users who wish to vent their feelings
This. Is no ordinary thread.
This. Is the DEAD POETS SOCIETY
Be as imaginative as you want, tell tales, write poems, ANYTHING but remember this.
Write it from the heart,write it with passion-let it MEAN something
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
I ll go first-
Life flies past like the wind but at an even faster pace.life flies by like a bumblebee suspended in midair for that one milli of that quarter in time on the verge of falling. Life flies.flies almost like death.deaths call.deranged, lonely, saddened by the treacherousness of the wish befallen-layer upon layer like sand upon sand death upon death blood upon blood cry upon cry upon cry upon endless killing mending wounding....
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the wisps blown out and dead
something flickered red