On Writing
March28
ROGER ROSENBLATT: …
We write to make suffering endurable, evil intelligible, justice desirable and love possible. And I can elaborate on those things.
But the most important is love. That after all the suffering, all the injustice, all the evil that one sees in the world, if you can rise above it and make it beautiful, and thus lovable then that’s worth a life.
Random Rhythm
With a smile you can entertain
With a frown you will be ordain
Join others, be free
Or lose faith and be mean
Its IB, so be be be
a risktaker thats the key
Random Saying:
“Those who do not know anything, Knows everything you don’t”
– Quote from me
Scratch this Quote…
“Those who do not know anything, Knows everything”
^Random Quote^
Free poem/ Pointless expression
“May Burden be held”
By me…
Withdrew, here burden too rash
To hard to be and so we know it
I feel no remorse to Complexity, our work
So I dear of the luckless tales may you rest in peace
Let us expand completely to,
Shower and decompose, fall apart, here by happier days
Hard to shine with eclisping darkness of our souls
Try to build higher and, pain hurts, rough edges of life to fall thin
Carry my burden
Image nothingness
Dire to of pleas may rest of a final endding
I think this poem could really help people let go of their burdens and mistakes. It could help your readers get through hard times with their heads held high. I believe this poem can carry the burdens of others.
i messed up here 🙁
Single Heart, One Wolf
By: Keav’n Lor
Distance in the lightest footing
Paws and paws some more
Leaving a trail, sinking deep into snow
Dreading empty in the flakes
Howls and silent, trailing our lone traveler
Not lost but not there
May it and fangs lay still to see
Let its claws wonder in freedom
Gentle as cotton
Soft as fur
Loyal like glue
And its growth, like mankind itself
May the beast travel like a machine
But more cautious, more durable, more grown like cubs should grow
Strength of no other, It is a strong gateway to our unseen
Our symbol which shine bright,
Our Ideals
Reflection:
I feel as if we are missing and/or forgetting our boundaries. It‘s as if we let ourselves be limited but in truth we can believe more, striving higher than what we are believing.
To me, I believe there is a limitless boundary , for I can strive high if I fully commit to poetry. For a limitless boundary, it means that there can not be any boundaries of poetry and deeper meaning as long as if you let it be that way.