Unpredictable were my actions,
Just like his arrival,
Into the untamed depths of my abstractions
I heard them saying threatening things,
About me and Newfoundland,
As if we were a frightening mighty mind,
As if I was the Demon Witch,
Unwanted fallen down to Earth,
To damage their happy, joyful lives,
To take their youth, to take their lives.
Unpredictable was my sorrow,
Realizing that
The rain was me,
The wind my soul,
My tears the see,
My birth the snow,
Their minds the murderer,
Who defeated me.
Just like his arrival,
Into the untamed depths of my abstractions
I heard them saying threatening things,
About me and Newfoundland,
As if we were a frightening mighty mind,
As if I was the Demon Witch,
Unwanted fallen down to Earth,
To damage their happy, joyful lives,
To take their youth, to take their lives.
Unpredictable was my sorrow,
Realizing that
The rain was me,
The wind my soul,
My tears the see,
My birth the snow,
Their minds the murderer,
Who defeated me.
I think that I chose this poem to explain a few things about it or about poetry in general. I've written it myself, although at school it says that it's written by 'anonymous' for a reason unknown.
(I only put 'anonymous' there because it seemed funny to me, before I actually looked at it. Then I started to blame myself for not putting my name there.)
Anyway, to me, this whole poem seems a little incoherent. The three first lines are telling something completely different from the following seven lines, and only the end of the poem makes some kind of sense.
The metaphors in the third paragraph are there only because of a very simple reason: they sound beautiful!
Most of the time, when somebody is analyzing a poem, they're very eager to find some special meaning within it, some kind of a supernatural message. But what if the author didn't really mean anything by it? What if it was nothing more but words trying to get out and be heard? What if, what if...
I'll tell you something: It doesn't matter how hard I'd try to convince you of the fact that there's actually nothing extraordinary about this poem, that it's just a flow of words, you must not believe me.
It doesn't matter how bad your poem is, or how good; how sad or how happy, how very superficial or emotional... It always contains a piece of you and it always tells something more about you. Don't try to run from it. Would you run from your mirror image if it told you that you could really use some sleep because you look like a freaking scarecrow?
(I only put 'anonymous' there because it seemed funny to me, before I actually looked at it. Then I started to blame myself for not putting my name there.)
Anyway, to me, this whole poem seems a little incoherent. The three first lines are telling something completely different from the following seven lines, and only the end of the poem makes some kind of sense.
The metaphors in the third paragraph are there only because of a very simple reason: they sound beautiful!
Most of the time, when somebody is analyzing a poem, they're very eager to find some special meaning within it, some kind of a supernatural message. But what if the author didn't really mean anything by it? What if it was nothing more but words trying to get out and be heard? What if, what if...
I'll tell you something: It doesn't matter how hard I'd try to convince you of the fact that there's actually nothing extraordinary about this poem, that it's just a flow of words, you must not believe me.
It doesn't matter how bad your poem is, or how good; how sad or how happy, how very superficial or emotional... It always contains a piece of you and it always tells something more about you. Don't try to run from it. Would you run from your mirror image if it told you that you could really use some sleep because you look like a freaking scarecrow?
* The video is an awesome song by Linkin Park, called 'Numb'. You can tell that Chester, the lead singer, knows perfectly well what that girl's feeling. He has a lot of experience with it, being a weirdo and a geek.
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