He stops his strumming,
he stops his singing,
for a moment of silence.
"Will I achieve my dreams?"
"Will I become what I long to become?"
The doubts, the problems,
the lyrical pursuits.
Can one make it without selling oneself?
Author notes
Ok. I used Option 1, for the picture hit me. You have no idea how many times I have felt like this. I'm an aspiring artist. I wish I still had my trumpet to calm me, but I dropped band three years ago. I miss playing the trumpet, even though I wasn't very good at it. My "dire thoughts" are of my writing. I've been writing since I could write, and I have never finished a story. I mean, sure, I've finished my short stories and such, and things for classes and such, but never have I finished the stories in my room filling the pages of my notebooks. I have a three foot stack of notebooks in my room. Will I ever finish any one of a hundred stories? I aspire to write novels. I'm ok at it, my teachers praise my literary talents, but I'm humble. Well, thats what they say, frankly, I think I suck. But, anywho. Will I have to give up my writing dreams? I hope that never happens. I am forever the dreamer, and forever the writer, and I'll write until my dying day. But will I ever have something to show the world?
"I'll Leave the Light on for You"
A contest entry
- A few different options, Everyone welcome! by Brucie.
450 points, ended June 12, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Great
Another great one. I love the emotions conveyed through your questioning. I really understood your doubts and insecurity. I used to play the trumpet
Gave it up about 6 years ago, picked one up a little while ago and I can't remember how to play, quite depressing really. Keep dreaming and writing, its refreshing to see someone so passionate about something, well done and thankyou for entering.
Laura
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