I was thinking of how my dreams of writing can come shattering down at any moment. This is very true. The world i getting smaller and smaller. Getting well known is getting harder and harder unless writing about vampires or werewolves. Im not sure if thats exactly what your going for but thats how I recieved it. Besides my own personal feelings, that was wonderful, very very insightful and interesting. This is kind of a stinky review but trust me when i say I loved it.
nice, i like the revised version
And that you will never, ever, find anyone as kindhearted as I
When I’m torn to pieces and scattered to the wind.
very nice ending awesome :D
A lot of thoughts ran through my head. What I want with my life, and how I may never get it. How I'm always standing in my own way of my desires by putting myself down. I was mostly thinking about what I want though. My own dreams of being a published author, a novel on A Bestseller list, love. Things I may never get before I die. Just know, "There's two kinds of people, those who dream and those who settle for less." Never settle for less.
I don't know what I was thinking of, exactly. A lot of things floated through my mind as I read this. For one thing, that fight with a friend that resulted in a dissolved friendship. Another, the idea that we're pretty similar in our hopes - I've wanted to be a writer for some time. I thought of my music, and I thought of the people that bother me at school and how I block them out like I'm trying to outlive them as you said in line 5.
A lot goes through my mind when reading your poetry. That's an exceptional quality of any writing. Making your reader think and relate it to their own life is far better than using fancy vocabulary or structure.
I like the last line. "When I’m torn to pieces and scattered to the wind". Life seem to get harder. When we win the victories seem small. I understand your emotion in this poem. A powerful poem. A kind heart leave great scars for one day the greedy people will look back and wished they held on to a sweet dream. A outstanding poem.
Coyote
I was thinking of how my dreams of writing can come shattering down at any moment. This is very true. The world i getting smaller and smaller. Getting well known is getting harder and harder unless writing about vampires or werewolves. Im not sure if thats exactly what your going for but thats how I recieved it. Besides my own personal feelings, that was wonderful, very very insightful and interesting. This is kind of a stinky review but trust me when i say I loved it.
Hey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..