Read this twice and think of it as a roll of distant thunder, quiet yet specific .. i want to send it away, don't want to be part of it. Life's full of storms - and sunshine, we just can't control our 'lot' as much as we 'd like to but accepting that fact helps .. we do the best we can then, wake up of a morning still wishing
See how your words make the reader think, i've typed far too much. But, thank you for sharing, and PLEASE, don't ever want out of life, it's a magical place if you look in the right places..
Read this twice and think of it as a roll of distant thunder, quiet yet specific .. i want to send it away, don't want to be part of it. Life's full of storms - and sunshine, we just can't control our 'lot' as much as we 'd like to but accepting that fact helps .. we do the best we can then, wake up of a morning still wishing
See how your words make the reader think, i've typed far too much. But, thank you for sharing, and PLEASE, don't ever want out of life, it's a magical place if you look in the right places..
At any given moment any of us could come to feel this way. Life isn't fair nor was it created to be. The good thing about life is that it changes and sometimes that change is for the better. Great write.
I think it's clear what your message is, something that is common among people that are like you, especially writers. Although your flow is just a little bit difficult to stay with, it's still a good write and easy to interpret.
this wishing is powerful, but the clumsy rhymes in parts of the poem diminish that some. were this as raw as it's trying to be, it could be really great.
Sometimes it's better to acknowledge that wishes will go unanswered than to cling to them violently. This letting go of that which you yearn for so strongly is not resignation but learning.
Existence is most important for everyone to live a good life..
wishes are growing each day in pain...
but you have to move each day becoming stronger..
good job done:)
Existence.. life in movement, yet lived moment by moment... And here is that pain that overwhelms and suffocates... You paint the world in winter shadows and I sigh for that sad place...
i am 23..a thinker and a dreamer..life is hard..and i'm just fumbling my way through it..writing is my constant companion and escape..
I write likeAgatha ChristieI Write Like by Mémoires,.. more..