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I have just written what I believe to be by far the best poem I have ever written. It is lyrical and littered with litterary device, but, in order to fully appreciate it, I feel I must elaborate on my writing process. The devices that I use are not done on purpose. It is not as if i look at every line and attempt to craft something like a term paper or a diliberately stylished piece of art. It is from a rolling and streaming thought. So when a device appears it is to be heard and understood in the most natural, and somewhat expected, tone. Not expected through cliche, but through honesty. Which is by the way, a pretty big theme in my writing.
I will tell you that when it was first being written i was lying in bed. I had just gotten home from work and it was about 12:45 at night. It is now 1:54 and i have been done for about 25 minutes. I had not seen my lover and fiance since i had left for work 9 hours ago, and she had to wake up at 6 in the morning to go to an early class. Her day will not end tomorrow untill 9:00 pm. It take a little time for me to get to sleep after working, so I decided to take part in a recreational drug, (weed) and lye down and try to go to sleep. Like most times I found myself telling myself that it was much too loud in the room. The only thing on was the Xbox. Though it hums loudly in the night, it was not the disturbing clatter that was causing my distress, it was all the thoughts lol. On drugs, it can be hard to keep up with yourself sometimes lol.
After I laughed at that little observation, and after a few more minutes of clatter, I had a wonderful thought that filled me with utter joy.
I have no idea what that thought was because directly after the thought I thought this.
---"Exactly what I want to hear" the man said to himself.
Exactly what I want to hear is coming from myself.---
Now you understand the brilliance of the literary device usage I was talking about. The rhyme the rhythm, the meter, all came in an instant, just like any other thought.
After lying there with that amazing thought in my head, more and more thats in the same meter and general mood started pouring out. The rhymed , had metaphor and even a little alliteration and assonance. In line rhyming and utter stoppage of mood and mind. Like many other pieces of mine, it became entirely who I was at that moment. I then decided to sit up, try to bring back the thoughts I was having, and write something out of it. I could not remember it absolutley clearly, for now I was no longer in the trance (and I was starting to sober up), but I tried my best and was sattisfied with what came out.
After deciding that the last line was the last line, sometimes a difficult decision, sometimes an easy one, I started reading each line for typographical errors. I started readin from the bottom up, and I noticed, at least in my opinion, that the poem was much better if I read it from the last line to the first line, in an opposite order.
I will post the poem, but if you are a fan of some sort and wish to Hear the poem as it should be heard, I am going to record it and upload it as a sound piece of some what moderate qaulity.
Personally I would wait for the recording, I can be a wonderful speaker. But if you want to read the piece instead, I will post it, in reverse order. I will also officially state that the reverse order is the proper order it should be read in, as the artist. I hope you enjoy.
"Why cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."
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