As a short introduction to this thread, I'd just like to say that throughout my life creative-writing has been the best cope. Though I'm still a youngcel and I'm only going into university following the end of the next year, I feel as though the fate that's been cemented into every fabric of my existence is pervasive enough to the point where it lead me to this community.
With that out of the way, feel free to express yourself in any writing method you prefer, or simply discuss literature if that's your thing.
Though over the years generic rhyming poetry has become rather dull for me to write, I have a strong tendency to craft these "poem-like" paragraphs with a cynical touch to them. So here's one that I created in the midst of recent events. Feel free to read it or just post whatever comes to mind.
They have cast me away for peculiar reasons, I will not spend any energy wasting precious time in the pursuit of attempting to seek out the "truth". There is no need for truth, when all we are fed is utter lies.
I feel the urge summoned upon me yet again, like a tidal-wave of anger and wrath seeping it's way into my very existence. This pathetic status that I am confined to is evidently going to persist indefinitely, and retaliation is ultimately futile.
This black, cold merciless fate stares me down, and in reply I glance with my head lowered in a humble manner, as the imperfect man is seldom the "confident" one.
I lack the motivation to commit myself with such immense resolve and fervor to my studies, to the extent where I would simply forget about these issues. Though I see myself as a relatively successful individual in the future, I see myself a sexually failed man. A man who reflects the failures of his father, who through sheer luck was spared from the mercilessness of my generation by merely entering this world a few decades earlier.
I will grow to be a bitter man just like him, as I will have never experienced love in it's purest form. Once I am a learned individual, any henceforth bidders will be seeking me for my financial worth, not for what I have to offer with regards to my existence as a person.
My only desire to even engage in the cursed practice of marriage is to continue my bloodline, as this selfish animistic instinct exists within all of us.
I have lost hope in any chance of casting off these shackles. I shall bear these chains trudging into university, and wear them in secrecy, though my shame will pervade nonetheless. We walk alongside one another, some of us seemingly unaware of our calamity, yet express our frustration without truly ever coming upon the harsh reality.
Though we must always remember the age-old saying,
A day will come when sacred Troy shall perish,
And Priam and his people shall be slain.
With that out of the way, feel free to express yourself in any writing method you prefer, or simply discuss literature if that's your thing.
Though over the years generic rhyming poetry has become rather dull for me to write, I have a strong tendency to craft these "poem-like" paragraphs with a cynical touch to them. So here's one that I created in the midst of recent events. Feel free to read it or just post whatever comes to mind.
They have cast me away for peculiar reasons, I will not spend any energy wasting precious time in the pursuit of attempting to seek out the "truth". There is no need for truth, when all we are fed is utter lies.
I feel the urge summoned upon me yet again, like a tidal-wave of anger and wrath seeping it's way into my very existence. This pathetic status that I am confined to is evidently going to persist indefinitely, and retaliation is ultimately futile.
This black, cold merciless fate stares me down, and in reply I glance with my head lowered in a humble manner, as the imperfect man is seldom the "confident" one.
I lack the motivation to commit myself with such immense resolve and fervor to my studies, to the extent where I would simply forget about these issues. Though I see myself as a relatively successful individual in the future, I see myself a sexually failed man. A man who reflects the failures of his father, who through sheer luck was spared from the mercilessness of my generation by merely entering this world a few decades earlier.
I will grow to be a bitter man just like him, as I will have never experienced love in it's purest form. Once I am a learned individual, any henceforth bidders will be seeking me for my financial worth, not for what I have to offer with regards to my existence as a person.
My only desire to even engage in the cursed practice of marriage is to continue my bloodline, as this selfish animistic instinct exists within all of us.
I have lost hope in any chance of casting off these shackles. I shall bear these chains trudging into university, and wear them in secrecy, though my shame will pervade nonetheless. We walk alongside one another, some of us seemingly unaware of our calamity, yet express our frustration without truly ever coming upon the harsh reality.
Though we must always remember the age-old saying,
A day will come when sacred Troy shall perish,
And Priam and his people shall be slain.
