Saturday, 9 April 2011

English

The people in my english class really bug me somedays. Right now we are working on our english portfolios, and we have workshop sessions, where we bare our work to our class. I am doing the creative portfolio, which involves poetry, and all of my poetry is based off my real life situations, memories, and feelings. I am generally a shy person, who doesn't like sharing my real emotions to other people. Then these workshop day's come and my peers say they don't understand the meaning in the poem, or they say that the poem has no rhyme scheme ( when it's not supposed to, and I even tell them that ), and they say that my style of poetry writing is confusing. It is a style I've seen other writers use, and its how the words come out on the paper. I am really starting to regret ever bringing my poetry to the sessions. Too many comments about my poetry, that my peers seem to think is about a fictional character, when its actually my thoughts, my feelings, and my memories that they are bashing.

Fading

Taking a look at my life
All I see is pain
Beneath my skin, a pain
A pain I cannot bare alone

My best defense
Was running to you
But now that is no more
My hopes are forever fading

You were once beneath my skin
But you have now forsaken me
For another, and now
It is already over

You were there when I fell
As I reached towards you
No more will that happen
And my defense has now shifted

It is more destructive
And causes more pain
If I fade from this world
Know… it is on you


Here is an example of one of my poems my classmates bashed.

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