it's about the weight that we all carry from our worries... the things that loom. atlas and the world, and the chips that flake off of both, our shoulders and our boulders and collect them so see what they are worth... or somehting like that... i never really like to tell people what i was trying to cryptically say in my lines.
well, every poem i believe there is a key that unlocks the true story, the meaning, the message coded for those ment to understand. if you can channal and feel everything past pains and future hopes of something better then the last times we've felt love. now let your mind wonder until it picks an idea to fester. grow. look at this from as many different ways to share this until you find the one that rings true to your audiences hearts. i'm writing so that i know that i'm real...
because when i send out a line, or a thought. i need to know that what i feel isn't so crazy because other people can relate. at the same time it makes me believe that i've done the same for them. and the fact that both of us. in time can have one perfect idea transfered from one human being to another through our bias, pre concieved notions, what we feel about love, sex, drugs.... all of this... our points of reference... our walls... then i've done something more beautiful....
then anything we could ever whitness in our lives. it's the stuff between the stuff. my writing isn't for these people on here. if they don't get it, i wasn't talking to them... but, if i can make them like it, while not getting it... that's a hole different story. i'm not a poet. i just like describing things in a way i think is the best at this frozen, finate, period of time (that you could streatch it into eternity). love what you do. and be honest with your words.
the dead poet society, lol
i love it.
barca2022 7 months ago
@barca2022 nice. thanks for the support.
newcomposition 2 months ago
Lucas, this is good.
BERSERKERpoetry 3 years ago
then please record it well.
newcomposition 3 years ago
okay, mate. I'll do that.
BERSERKERpoetry 3 years ago
I like the whole thing about the chips of boulders. well done
koryargonic 3 years ago
it's about the weight that we all carry from our worries... the things that loom. atlas and the world, and the chips that flake off of both, our shoulders and our boulders and collect them so see what they are worth... or somehting like that... i never really like to tell people what i was trying to cryptically say in my lines.
newcompreplys 3 years ago
Now that you have said that and I look at this poem again, I can see where it is all coming from.
koryargonic 3 years ago
well, every poem i believe there is a key that unlocks the true story, the meaning, the message coded for those ment to understand. if you can channal and feel everything past pains and future hopes of something better then the last times we've felt love. now let your mind wonder until it picks an idea to fester. grow. look at this from as many different ways to share this until you find the one that rings true to your audiences hearts. i'm writing so that i know that i'm real...
newcomposition 3 years ago
because when i send out a line, or a thought. i need to know that what i feel isn't so crazy because other people can relate. at the same time it makes me believe that i've done the same for them. and the fact that both of us. in time can have one perfect idea transfered from one human being to another through our bias, pre concieved notions, what we feel about love, sex, drugs.... all of this... our points of reference... our walls... then i've done something more beautiful....
newcomposition 3 years ago
then anything we could ever whitness in our lives. it's the stuff between the stuff. my writing isn't for these people on here. if they don't get it, i wasn't talking to them... but, if i can make them like it, while not getting it... that's a hole different story. i'm not a poet. i just like describing things in a way i think is the best at this frozen, finate, period of time (that you could streatch it into eternity). love what you do. and be honest with your words.
newcomposition 3 years ago
oh and these poems that you see now... are different... most of these are my first few readings... thats why it alittle jared when i'm reading
newcomposition 3 years ago
'edible Oedipus consuming Electras complexes' - fantastic set of words! Overall, excellent.
dashpoet 3 years ago
well thank you... scribbles on these gloomy days
newcomposition 3 years ago
This poem is so good, it seems hard to do. 5/5!
JoshuaJaps 3 years ago
'edible Oedipus consuming Electras complexes'
I love this one.
Glad to see you're well again :)
janeczka 3 years ago
i haven't forgot about you
newcomposition 3 years ago
How could you? ;)
janeczka 3 years ago
Nicely done. :)
xNefarious 3 years ago
Sweet. 5*/fav
DavidRandallCurtis 3 years ago
good to see you sir,
newcomposition 3 years ago