So I was stoned in my first period one day when we suddenly had to write a peice of poetry as a project which would be due a month from now. I have no prior knowledge of poetry or poets, or even literature in general except what i have learned from my text books. One of my friends is an excellent writer, and is very interested in poetry. So i just began writing what came to my head. I would appreciate any advice or changes that could be made to improve it, or just let me know if it is even good or not, im planning on using this one as my entry. Burn-out Rays from idealistic thoughts rule upon us, as truthful reality quivers at our feet. Each ray represents a story, written and published by the void of explanation. You station yourself, eye to eye with these chimerical fairy tales, now in a state of delusion and ignorance Your conscience has faded. Although burnt and faded by the glare, you saw explanations clear as day. You became aware of how you came to be, and who created you. Why did you continue to stare, and halt at this blissful mirage? If only you knew. You thought to go no further into this dense unknown; because your answers were present, your mind grasped these nuggets of fools gold. You should not worry, your questions and fears will burn with time in this place. My path leads down another road I did not halt at this particular scene, I peered around the wall. I saw your eternal ignorance await, so I fled. And as I turned around I saw you there, caught like a deer in headlights. I then looked down to earth, and introduced myself to the experienced past I walk upon from day to day. It presented me with facts, philosophy, and wisdom. I became aware that answers did not come from the stork. But from the chemistry of this world. I then witnessed reality, uprising, and forcing false insight to abdicate the thrown. This was a Kodak moment, it was a wonderful view. I wish you could be here. I have found a more significant scene to cherish. Much more pure than your destination. One that can only be described through touch, The touch of Nature portraying its artwork through our every day life. I am about to go deeper and search for more, As I notice you; a still figure leading a life of fallacy at a dead end... Where I was still full of life, continuing to understand reason. I looked into this deal before making a choice, Where you accepted the bait as it was fed to you by fork. So open wide for the Choo- choo train. Because you’re the burn out. Sorry if its long, i had requirements to meet. i would appreciate any feedback.
