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The crowd told me to wear a skirt
I wore my spiky shorts
The crowd told me "keep to yourself"
But I express my thoughts
The crowd told me to have blonde hair
I dyed it blue and pink
The crowd told me to watch TV
I chose instead to think
The crowd told me to like dubstep
I listen to The Cure
The crowd told me to drink cows' milk
But I don't see what for
The crowd told me to say I'm straight
But that's only half true
The crowd told me to have a baby
But I don't want to
Now the crowd are closing in
Calling me a freak
Now the crowd want me to conform
I'm too tongue-in-cheek
Now the crowd hate my differences
I don't think I care
Now the crowd are sick of me
And these strange clothes I wear
Now I'm looking for someone
That feels the same as me
Now I'm looking for someone
Who wants to feel more free
Now I'm looking for someone
Who's strange and kind and true
Now I'm looking for someone
But is that someone you?
I wore my spiky shorts
The crowd told me "keep to yourself"
But I express my thoughts
The crowd told me to have blonde hair
I dyed it blue and pink
The crowd told me to watch TV
I chose instead to think
The crowd told me to like dubstep
I listen to The Cure
The crowd told me to drink cows' milk
But I don't see what for
The crowd told me to say I'm straight
But that's only half true
The crowd told me to have a baby
But I don't want to
Now the crowd are closing in
Calling me a freak
Now the crowd want me to conform
I'm too tongue-in-cheek
Now the crowd hate my differences
I don't think I care
Now the crowd are sick of me
And these strange clothes I wear
Now I'm looking for someone
That feels the same as me
Now I'm looking for someone
Who wants to feel more free
Now I'm looking for someone
Who's strange and kind and true
Now I'm looking for someone
But is that someone you?
Literature
The Real Writers
The Real Writers:
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
Posers...
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monst
Literature
Thanks
When did my inspiration fly south?
It isn't winter anymore.
Why can’t I gain the excitement I used too, about someone enjoying my work?
Was I faking it all along?
Shouldn't this mean more?
This used to be my life, my escape, my everything.
I have all these ideas.
But when they come through I do not care to see the outcome in the readers.
Instead of connecting, I simply say something useless.
“Thanks”
Instead of fighting back against those who dislike I just reply.
No argument in sight.
Didn't I used to care about the few fans I had?
I used to explode with happiness when someone said “I connected with this!&rdquo
Literature
Human Nature.
Human Nature.
The dreamers,
The believers
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The realists,
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodge
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Nothing wrong with the repetition, the imagery, or the themes per se, but there's some problems. The first few lines don't rhyme, for seemingly no reason. The rest of the poem follows a very standard rhyme scheme but the first few simply don't. The second part seems a bit odd, none of those positions are especially mainstream and only encompass a subset of people. "The Crowd" refers to a zeitgeist, to the overall public consciousness, but none of the ideas in that second stanza really adhere to that.
Other than these discrepancies, it's a good piece. Keep working at it, getting better, and generally working on consistency of rhyme and theme throughout a whole poem. Some lines don't fit 100% in this one.
Other than these discrepancies, it's a good piece. Keep working at it, getting better, and generally working on consistency of rhyme and theme throughout a whole poem. Some lines don't fit 100% in this one.