Masterpiece (Not)

Who am I? What am I?

Why do I live on a high?

Why do I always just lie?

What's the sky look like? To fly

would be a dream of mine. Oh well,

I guess that nobody can tell

who I am or what I will do.

I have no idea and surely you

cannot know me better than I.

Or could you? Am I so awry

that I cannot see straightly? Hey,

is it possible that everyday

I spent alone in worried wonder

turned out to be just a blunder?

Was the truth so clear to me

that it was impossible to see?

I'm finding all of the truth now,

and all of it is dangerous. Wow,

how did I miss

and live in this bliss

when there were so many seeds to plow?

Why did I live my life all alone

when there were so many unknown

tones to be turned

and rhymes to be churned

while I sat solemnly on a sad stone?

I never would have predicted in my time

that all of my cleverest long rhymes

would turn into a world of cloud.

I stood and turned my back, so proud

on the thoughts and emotions that made me real.

Instead, I attempted to appeal

and please everyone who listened then.

That was my mistake, so begin again

and now I travel down this road.

I've slowed and stowed but never showed

the true pain I felt. The true mistakes

I made were the beginning. I raise the stakes

even higher now. I'm not shying down.

I'm standing tall and raising a hall

of soldiers marching, on and on.

We continue on until dawn

because now I'm breaking apart myself

and feeling what I felt sitting on that shelf.

They cast me aside quickly

but I never did know

all the places they would send me

and all the trouble that would go

along with being their slave enslaved

to being someone who

I did not want to be, fighting

for something I hated too.

I'm not a masterpiece, I'm a piece of a master.

Put me together with someone and we would rise faster,

rising so high, in the sky, yeah, our fame

would be endless, historic, and they'd know our name.

Instead of that, though, no, I've been too selfish

with pride as sharp as the ears of an elfish

person. Yeah, I walked by myself

and ended back up on that cold shelf.

So now, here I am, getting ready to change

all my ways and my motives, to try to extend my range

and become a greater person, a poet, and a man.

I'm working on my masterpiece, the climax of my plan.

Author's Note

A little bit of everything in there, tell me what you think below.

Reviews

[Jacklyn]

I love this. :) The story that you tell is very relatable. I especially liked the line "What's the sky like?" It speaks to me of a world where everyone is so focused on themselves that they have forgotten everything else. Fantastic! Please keep writing. :)

[Not here]

of course :) i appreciate your reviews alot

[Moonlight]

I loved this one! Totally loved it. The line: "I'm not a masterpiece, I'm a piece of a master." really made an impact. The modesty of the writer shines in this piece. The masterpiece that you create.... is something I would definitely want to read! Great Work Dante! :)

[Not here]

thank you :) itll happen one day i suppose

[Moonlight]

you are welcome :) and well good luck with that then!

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Life is like a painted canvas that must be maintained and enhanced through the years. It takes many layers to find yourself, to become strong, to make your masterpiece the way YOU intend it to be and not how people want it to be. I thought this was another strong piece of self-acknowledgement and self-growth.

[Not here]

thank you nadia :) i appreciate the review

[Ilerah]

Well written David. I enjoyed the emotion that you put into it. I liked the last part the most though. Once again, a very good poem.

[Willard Wells]

Good write with lots of energy and purpose. Thanks for sharing.

[Saddam]

Why you write so good? I am jealous with you.
It is fantastic write bro.

[Not here]

no worries :) your a great writer too

[JayceeC]

I like the way you break up your long lines in this one...don't create your masterpiece too soon. Then you'll spend your life trying to .atch or top it.

[Not here]

nah i got some time before that happens. just gotta keep improving :) thanks for the review

[AaronFreitas]

An awesome write Dante... truly a talented writer my friend :)

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you think so

[Coyote Poetry]

It is almost a masterpiece my friend. I carry a poetry book through three war zones. Called the "one hundred and one famous poems." I read often and shared with at least 50 soldiers. My dream is to have one poem that will last forever and one day. Some person will remember my name. I liked your thoughts and the purpose of the poetry.
"I'm working on my masterpiece, the climax of my plan."
Writing is effort and very hard work. Writer must bleed out their heart and soul to paper. If we are lucky. Maybe create a masterpiece?
Coyote

[Not here]

yeah i totally understand. and thats awesome that you do that with the soldiers :) keep it up

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Good books must be shared.

[Emily]

Lovely poem!!
Well done!!