Far too long
Been under the clouds
Envying what I
Myself could not grasp
So here I am
Above it all
Releasing the past
To the winds of change
I've become something more
Than the pain-driven artist
My hands are now whores
Slaves to other forms
I've grown beyond
The clouds that hold
I've come out from
The winter's cold
The sun now shines
Upon a smile
That has been hidden for far too long
I'd almost forgotten
What it was like
To be happy, to be wanted
Too much of the selfish
Not enough hearts
Author notes
(not sure if I'm done with this one yet)
The first non-rhyming piece I've done in a while, yes. But that is only because feelings such as this can not be contained into rhymes and stanzas. They must be allowed to roam free within one-self.
Worry not about the readers loving what you write
Wrooy instead about you what makes you WANT to write.
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now you understand my way of writing good. see free verse is good for something. the poem you showed is good and im glad that you were able to show yourself that you can be happy. you should be glad that you got out from under the blanket of hatred that covered you for so long.
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Interesting title, for an interesting poem. And. Nice quote in the Notes. Enjoyable, yet saddening.
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Beautifully written...It makes me sad as well. I hope you still remember to smile these days..
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There you go... writing at a good clip and sounding smart and just fine.
Do some more, huh? OK??? lol
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I loved it
Great job and I felt you sadness
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This poem makes me sad...it makes me think of what's not there. I like how you don't have a rythming scheme, like a lot of "poets" now adays. A very good poem, Mike. A very well written poem.
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