Have patience when reading ! Also, even though you may not wish to, I would greatly appreciate your comments! Greetings! This is just a poem that I put together out of desire to post something on this wonderful thread. Unfortunately, it's not the greatest quality poem, as I have no experience writing such things. I've attempted to make the whole thing too cryptic and perhaps in doing so, have overdone it somewhat. However, I hope you enjoy! Perhaps it's best to explain what is going on in the poem. Although, the words may not hint what I'm about to explain, I can assure you that I had Starbound solely on my mind when typing this up: The poem explains the regrets of a young adult as he/she reminisces their childhood. They live in a community where the people are indoctrinated towards certain ideals... dangerous and meaningless ideals... The speaker holds different beliefs... Hopefully the poem can be associated with Starbound, as I attempted to leave a subtle hint at the very end of the poem, as to where the whole ordeal takes place. The poem is a rather aggressive / sad and has contrasting beliefs between characters throughout. Happy poems are always good, but I also love the raw emotion that can be expressed behind poems that are sad / apologetic. Spoken Words What good are the spoken words, When from a dangerous mind affirms, And others seek to listen, not truly (Run on line - continue onto next without hesitating) Grasping the severity of those inventions, And the nature of those sullied terms? This bustling haven that I see, No longer holds that charm from the eyes, But given new life, I view drudges, With purpose, yet without purpose. Aspiring to fulfil that born from lies. And this infant that thinks back and forth, Wherefrom began, and where shall end, Stood lonely on the bones of doubt, Betwixt the whispers of journey and fate, And tremendous promise of amend. I stood and spoke with separate truth, As gazes fell upon the disgruntled child, And voices broke the impassable night, "Here stands a victim bent from deadly roots!" Thus seeking the dawn of whence beguiled. He willingly received what was due, As one of whom, heard false advice, And tortured eyes, incomprehensible sought The last of kin, and pity flared, In my woeful eyes, reflected thrice. I hope you enjoyed!
I'm not much of a poetry person, neither writing nor reading much of it, but I liked this poem. I think I can relate to many of the phrases, terms, and themes in it. I'm not really good at interpreting, but then what piece of art isn't at least a little subjective.
I thank you for taking time to type that. I really appreciate it. I think I might have went overboard and used language that could be considered ridiculous and some of the measures may have spliced words together that only I could understand. I wrote the whole thing with a small story in mind, one that is hopefully powerful and tragic; I just didn't express it in the way I had hoped.
