Celtic_Frost wrote:
Oh I mean to say that poems suck. I don't know how that's considered a talent. Oh noes I can't write a good song or a good book... But I can write a bunch of cut off sentences about nothing! WOW! Hell, I could write a poem as good as this.
oh i see. you're just the blunt type who don't realize when they're being rude. or perhaps don't even care.
but anyways this particular poem isn't that complex, true.
it only has an exact count of 8 syllable per line.
simple rhyming couplets scheme.
talent in writing of the content and word choice is debatable.
that it has to follow the prescribed rules while making sense and sounding nice.
and that i can do all this and still stick to the story i had in mind and keep consistent to the feeling in it's metaphors can be difficult at time with such restrictions.
but the syllable restrictions are necessary to give it that smooth cadence so that each line takes about the same length to say and has no irregularities in it's rhythm. there can be a lot of intricate structural planning that goes into these. and working content to fit such structure in a desired way takes talent i think.
ummm, dude what exactly do you think a song is anyway? it's a POEM set to music. they don't always have to rhyme you know. have you stopped to actually READ lyrics before? i've had people reading my stuff suggest i should write lyrics too
and finally my poem isn't about nothing. if you can't decipher a metaphor, then i'm truly sorry for you. if you can't appreciate imagery, equally so. but maybe your imagination can't handle anything more straightforward than a book? or music where you don't necessarily listento what is being said entirely but find the sounds entertaining?
my poem carries within it somewhat of a story, a bit fragmented true, but as a metaphor for a deeper feeling and life-lesson.
it's more or less about people who've withdrawn into themselves because of bad lfe experiences. withdrawn behind their "walls". and a figure sneaking past in some small way could be symbolizing the voice of reason. or possibly an outside influence. suggesting that withdrawing/hiding away from the "world" or "people" out of such fears and pretending to yourself that everything's ok carries it's own price (represented in the line "trading for the dark"). whether in never knowing whether things could have gone better, or in the significantly lesser but constant pain or hollow ache that such can bring on. it's not as sharp, but it erodes at a person just as surely.
this however does not apply to everyone. as i am sure i recal some aspies and other people who simply by nature like to be alone and withdrawn with no such 'causes. and mostly was just written to express a bit of my own history and vent that into an expression of sorts.