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So I searched the forums and found that nobody has made a poetry thread. So I figured I'd start one. This is strictly for poems that you have written yourself. And no suggesting changes to people's work unless they are asking for help.
I'll start it off with one I wrote last year:
***Getting By***
How will I excel, if I don't take chances?
How will I tell, if I just take glances?
Down to the deepest part,
So where do I start,
To begin to change,
All the parts of my life that I need to rearrange?
You don't know, what I'm thinking.
My head is high, but slowly I'm sinking.
My lack of self control,
Opens the hole in my soul,
And it eats at me.
Even though I seem happy.
I like to think, that it's all worthwhile.
Shake it off, and fake a smile.
But things never go right,
Even though you try to fight,
To make the best of it all.
God, it's so hard to stand tall.
I struggle so hard, to pull it together,
No matter how much, I'm under the weather.
Some of the time, it's almost too much.
Reaching out with nothing to clutch,
Except for that one hope,
That allows you to cope.
By,
Brian
I'll start it off with one I wrote last year:
***Getting By***
How will I excel, if I don't take chances?
How will I tell, if I just take glances?
Down to the deepest part,
So where do I start,
To begin to change,
All the parts of my life that I need to rearrange?
You don't know, what I'm thinking.
My head is high, but slowly I'm sinking.
My lack of self control,
Opens the hole in my soul,
And it eats at me.
Even though I seem happy.
I like to think, that it's all worthwhile.
Shake it off, and fake a smile.
But things never go right,
Even though you try to fight,
To make the best of it all.
God, it's so hard to stand tall.
I struggle so hard, to pull it together,
No matter how much, I'm under the weather.
Some of the time, it's almost too much.
Reaching out with nothing to clutch,
Except for that one hope,
That allows you to cope.
By,
Brian
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