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Compromise at every turn
No one wants to hear your words
Interrupted all the time
Your pity isn't worth a dime.
Sustaining life with just sensation
Welcome all, our petty nation.
Wisdom bestowed to those who know:
Wisdom's found where experience flows
And after everything in life
Remember it was worth the strife
And every headache they have granted
Makes the idea well worth planted
And now I realize in this ending
It's only principle I'm defending
Follow blindly down this road
Where conscience tells you where to go
Knowledge passed in realization
Prior experience and specialization
That's something a freshman learned
It's matter of privilege; must be earned.
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I wrote this many months ago
In hopes to say by now I'd know
I'm 15 now, and in a way
None of it's useful to this day
No one wants to hear your words
Interrupted all the time
Your pity isn't worth a dime.
Sustaining life with just sensation
Welcome all, our petty nation.
Wisdom bestowed to those who know:
Wisdom's found where experience flows
And after everything in life
Remember it was worth the strife
And every headache they have granted
Makes the idea well worth planted
And now I realize in this ending
It's only principle I'm defending
Follow blindly down this road
Where conscience tells you where to go
Knowledge passed in realization
Prior experience and specialization
That's something a freshman learned
It's matter of privilege; must be earned.
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I wrote this many months ago
In hopes to say by now I'd know
I'm 15 now, and in a way
None of it's useful to this day
This is a WIP.
I have published this on my alternate account and didn't see a reason why I should post it here as well.
The title is "Year Fourteen" because I am 14, and this poem is based upon everything I will learn this year in my life. That's why the topic jumps around during the entire thing. Hence the WIP. This is prone to editing.
And for those who wander, this isn't my first poem. My gallery used to be FILLED with poems back before I had even 30 watchers. I deleted them all. So yes, with my little experience, top-rank poet title in freshman English, and slightly pretentious writing style: enjoy.
I have published this on my alternate account and didn't see a reason why I should post it here as well.
The title is "Year Fourteen" because I am 14, and this poem is based upon everything I will learn this year in my life. That's why the topic jumps around during the entire thing. Hence the WIP. This is prone to editing.
And for those who wander, this isn't my first poem. My gallery used to be FILLED with poems back before I had even 30 watchers. I deleted them all. So yes, with my little experience, top-rank poet title in freshman English, and slightly pretentious writing style: enjoy.
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Great job! I really like the rhythm of it. Is this one of your first tries? It's awesome 