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Post by _glitch_ on Oct 5, 2007 19:56:53 GMT -5
Yeah. I write poems.
Here's one I wrote last night...
The War's Not Over by John Pavlick
I feel like I'm fighting in a war A war I'll lose that will not end And regardless of what I try to do, I'll be marked with scars that will not mend.
I'm running out of ammo fast, As this constant assault breaks my defenses. I'm blinded by the blood that's in my face. I can't describe this - it fails the senses.
As I slowly weaken, I start to think About what would happen if I gave in. I don't think I can hold on longer - I'm tempted just to let her win.
But suicide's selfish, so I guess I'm stuck Pretending that this war is done, And I guess nobody seems to notice That it's not over, but she hasn't won.
Comments appreciated. If you don't understand something, just ask.
_glitch_
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Post by Classicblast on Oct 6, 2007 20:03:07 GMT -5
I got one for you. Not a poem but the comment is this. Your poem is rather symbolic of how guys feel between ages 15-20, (am I right) and you end up believing that everyday adversity has no end and that you're in a no win situation that life's adversity is the war in this case.
And the last line is recognition of girl trouble. That doesn't go away my friend. Even when you're married (Blastgirl might not like that line) you're always battling.
I'll tell you this though, what seems like big trouble will seem mild at best in a few short years.
You seem to have a good head on your shoulders though. You'll use it and you will win this war.
On a side note but on topic. Don't let anybody tell you your dreams are not achievable either. I have always tried to reach mine. When I played in rookie leagues and for A league teams and even now people have said to me. "Why don't you get a real job and stop chasing this silly dream."
A few weeks ago I got told by a sports writer at a banquet "You know Classicblast *wink* you're going to turn 33 this off season. You're one of the oldest players in AA and ...
That's the point I don't need to elaborate any further.
The thing is I might not be a New York Yankee, a Toronto Blue Jay, a Pittsburgh Pirate or an LA Dodger but I'm content with what I've been able to do thus far.
You have to do the same thing make sure you're content that you are doing the most you can for yourself at all times. The other problems tend to take care of themselves from there.
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Post by _glitch_ on Oct 9, 2007 20:49:34 GMT -5
Thank you for your comments and compliments.
Heh. That's ironic. I'm the only person telling me that my dreams are unachievable.
I wrote another poem Sunday evening, but my grammar teacher has my poetry journal. I'll post it later.
_glitch_
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Post by Classicblast on Oct 9, 2007 20:57:59 GMT -5
Yeah post it. I enjoyed your poem the first time.
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Post by Blastgirl on Oct 9, 2007 21:55:11 GMT -5
It's pretty clearly symbolizing personal experience.
I like it.
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