by Carl » October 2nd, 2013, 5:21 pm
^ Thanks.
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Okay, so this one probably is pretty crappy, but it was written quickly as sort of a way of getting back into writing (writing Off-Topic, at least, which is what I need to focus on, Writing major and all). It's simply the result of observing myself in a certain situation on campus today, and I won't say what that situation was because I think it's sort of obvious. Also I posted about it in another thread, so anyone who saw that it should be even more obvious for. I didn't go for a lot of subtlety or metaphor, it's pretty straightforward. If it's not clear and you're that curious about what it was, just ask. Of course, I probably could have explained it already in all this time, but anyway, onto the poem.
Untitled, 2 October 2013
Behind enemy lines, a safe house;
In a land so judging and without understanding,
These tall walls and shelves of the books' house
Protect and comfort me as I peer from the landing.
Bright and proud and clear and true, there hang our flags;
There's no more fitting a place than this to display themㅡ
A place for learning and opening each mind that lags,
A place of comfort and knowledge that I find solace in!
Not believing my eyes, a minute I spareㅡ
A smile plays across my face for just a moment,
The only length of time I have the nerve to stay and stare
At those beacons of hope, ever so fleeting, and then I'm gone, in a moment.
Swiftly carried on heavy feet, my heart pounding awayㅡ
Why am I running from my flags?
I am not, am I? I am fleeing societyㅡ
From those who might taint the feelings gifted by those flags.
I have no reason to fear the flags.
I am proud, and eagerly admit that I am in love
Should idle chatter to that topic drag,
For it is not shameful to be a fool in love.
Also in love with a notion am I;
A beautiful ideal of kindness and peace
Such a thing so stunning, it makes me feel as though I could fly,
As if, with a hand outstretched, the stars I would reach.
It is so beautiful it incurs fear in the masses;
They are afraid of what those flags represent:
The idea that there should not be such derogatory classes,
That all people are merely just present.