In my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed, there are tiny symbolic drawings that relate to the theme of the poem. An example: a poem titled: ‘Subjugation’ has a ball and chain drawn along the right margin
Beauty of books leave nothing to imagerY
Only creating worlds in academiA
Overflowing with all that can be imagineD:
Kings, queens, courtiers, all in a booK.
Devils and monsters dancing in affetuosO
Anger and depression dumped in aerophotO
Yet, we vent them in books that only boB.
I can’t believe some people don’t enjoy writing anymore. Don’t forget all the abbreviations!!!
Winter’s darkened clouds
Hover, lost in starless skies,
As leaden, pewter, ebony ravens
Coalesce in a wonder of worlds.
As the nights are long,
Your thoughts are flung
Into dusky abysses of dung.
As the sleepless nights dance
Into your nightmarish dreams and glance
At the blackish sea where they take a stance;
The sleepless nights fizzle
Making insomnia a rare puzzle
For those trying to live life without a muzzle,
Straining to contain life’s wuzzel.
“Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren’t very new at all.” -Abraham LincolnBooks Serve
Books are a great way to improve your linguistic ability, as well as widen your horizons by using your imagination. No idea in a book is really ‘new’, even Shakespeare only had 3 original concepts for plays, while the others were borrowed from previously written works or histories. This does Not mean that borrowing an idea and altering it to fit your story, theme, action, … is wrong, it just means you needed a starting point. Another example is when contests are themed, or have a word or expression that needs to be used in your work. Does that mean you’re stealing from others or using ‘it’ as a starting point? The result of these contests is that over 20 different perspectives are given by the variety of writers. Are they all plagiarizing when their content is so vastly different? ‘Turn it in’ is another way that teachers and professors assess that your work is at least 80 to 85% your actual writing and not borrowed or copied.
So, tell me what you think about using an idea as a starting point.
The soulless soul seeps into the sewers
Hiding, in hindsight, from historic hatefulness
Heaving the heavy heart into the whole
Whose empty empathy embarks on evil’s espousal.
The darkness drives deep despair, hollow.
Wishing for the weight to endow you with power
That lights the living loving locations, landing
On all that’s heavy, eviscerating it’s emptiness into brightness.
Brilliantly bright spirit of the night
Shine your hopes, colors, freedoms, and love
Into all whose darkness is encompassing the light.
Let the waves and wind blow away the cobwebs
Of emptiness, replacing them with a dove’s
Soaring aspirations, imagination, and freedoms.
You’re here, you’re there, you’re everywhere!
Are you with me? Listening, discussing, sending a glare
Voicing your thoughts without really speaking!
Are you really there? Helping, fumbling for wording
Your ideas without being demeaning, or derogatory,
Or critical of me every time I raise a brow, or cheerily
Exclaim my feelings as we speak, or gesticulate freely
To get my point across without misunderstanding.
For a moment there, while talking, I escaped into my
World, created by my imagination, where justice is Never a lie,
Rather it’s the rule, where those who hurt others
Are punished based on the severity of their actions.
Oh what a wonderful wonder that world would be!
Any defamation or horrendous slight is penalized
In accordance to their actions. Pleasured
By all around us, feelings of superiority or inferiority
Are annexed, as all walks of life are needed to favorably
Survive a life filled with differences in needs and abilities.
The indomitable spirit of creativity rises into the mist to freeze;
Statue like, afraid to step out of bounds and create waves.
Upheavals are the bane and blood of lives decimated by the breese
That brings about change, destroying the habit that flays,
Suppresses, and binds your imagination in boxes and trays.
Unfurl the wisps of ingenuity, let them skyrocket
Into a plane of your creation, where equality, being just,
Open minded, and a visionary that’s avant-gardist;
Help lift your spirit into an escape that is not destitute
In its vibrancy, brilliancy of color, mood, race, and emotive
In its design, constructing your humanity in its skeleton,
Building its bones and structure with strength of emotion
That flutters its purpose and sinks into your sedidentary heart.
Reviving its passionate will that bombards your seclusion
With friendship, family, fascination, and a frenzy for life.