Poem #2

Poem #2 [+ favourites]

Stick and stones shall break my bones but words will Kill Me

Fear the word, know the word, do not hide from the word.

When fear comes courage...........

"Thy Lovest Soul"
[  Edited by Decius at   ]

Maybe it's just me... but you need to organize your thoughts more and give a coherent piece of writing. Poetry doesn't have to have any structure just like stories don't have to have any structure... but they must be consumable. If anyone finds something deep and meaningful out of the fragments you are writing, it is a fluke and they are likely assuming things that aren't there.

Abstraction does not equal art.

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."

i know, but its not really a poem, just a poetic statement lad

"Thy Lovest Soul"

1. Then why is it titled as a poem?
2. Even statements must be consumable.

"Hating everyone protects me from elitism."

Now now children! Not every tortured soul has a poetic heart. Sometimes its hard to articulate what you are feeling.

Try again PhilipMui but just read it back to yourself a few times before you post it. If it really has meaning for you, chances are it will have meaning for someone else.

By the way I think I sort of got it, did you mean sticks and stones? courage at what price?

""Each child holds the world in an open hand to mould it into any shape they choose.""

i read it, the whole point of my poetic statement (no need to try agian, my point is made) is based on how you perceieve it, but the whole point of it is that, words are powerful and think before you talk, think before you use that powerful word like love, or hate, or cursing someone to forever enternal hate. But in essence relevantly it is how you percieve it. True art is art that can be seen in 20 different colours while only containing two colours.

"Thy Lovest Soul"