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We're all born defenseless,
Vulnerable to the world and its harsh,
Biting nature.
As we grow, we inch our way into the
World,
Into life.
First our hands
They reach out into the great river.
The ripples that are made distort
Our future, making it our
Own.
Like a fingerprint.
This fingerprint becomes a mere
Smudge as we live.
Our arms enter next,
Flowing in seamlessly, effortlessly.
We hold our future tight, not wanting
Change,
However inevitable it is.
We embrace the future in
Adolescence,
And strange thoughts start to occur.
We want to grow up so fast,
Right now.
We claim that sticks and stones are
The only things to break bones, that
Words
Could never hurt us.
But it is the words that truly hurt,
Breaking us down bit by bit.
Young adults, on our way out into the
World,
And we believe we are impenetrable
Thoroughly dunked in the river of life,
Drunk and intoxicated on our imagined
Power.
It is the very Styx that we thought couldn't
Hurt
But it has. Parents do their best, trying to
Protect us.
They cannot protect us from our pride. This
Hubris,
Thinking we're invincible,
Is ultimately, wholly, and utterly,
Our fault.
Vulnerable to the world and its harsh,
Biting nature.
As we grow, we inch our way into the
World,
Into life.
First our hands
They reach out into the great river.
The ripples that are made distort
Our future, making it our
Own.
Like a fingerprint.
This fingerprint becomes a mere
Smudge as we live.
Our arms enter next,
Flowing in seamlessly, effortlessly.
We hold our future tight, not wanting
Change,
However inevitable it is.
We embrace the future in
Adolescence,
And strange thoughts start to occur.
We want to grow up so fast,
Right now.
We claim that sticks and stones are
The only things to break bones, that
Words
Could never hurt us.
But it is the words that truly hurt,
Breaking us down bit by bit.
Young adults, on our way out into the
World,
And we believe we are impenetrable
Thoroughly dunked in the river of life,
Drunk and intoxicated on our imagined
Power.
It is the very Styx that we thought couldn't
Hurt
But it has. Parents do their best, trying to
Protect us.
They cannot protect us from our pride. This
Hubris,
Thinking we're invincible,
Is ultimately, wholly, and utterly,
Our fault.
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I wrote this for an assignment for my lit class: "It's Greek to Me". The assignment? "Write a free verse poem derived or inspired by characters or situations from Greek mythology". The assignment is the ninth of twenty seven, based on the book How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster.
This is the second, more modern version I wrote. It's all about Achilles, kind of what made him, him, and I related it to us, this generation, today, and all of the youth throughout life. Hope you all understand it and like it
My teacher wrote some GREAT comments, including one that said " 'Slant of Light?' ". "Slant of Light" is the literary magazine at our school, and I was honored that she wanted it in there! So I am submitting that, along with many other pieces, to it! Not even a week later, I received a slip of paper saying that I was invited to speak at Writers' Week!! This is a great honor! This is a whole week dedicated to students and teachers, and everyone reads their own writings. Some professional authors are invited to speak too May or may not participate in that... But I got full credit on this assignment This is also my last submission of 2012! And what a year it's been!
This is the second, more modern version I wrote. It's all about Achilles, kind of what made him, him, and I related it to us, this generation, today, and all of the youth throughout life. Hope you all understand it and like it
My teacher wrote some GREAT comments, including one that said " 'Slant of Light?' ". "Slant of Light" is the literary magazine at our school, and I was honored that she wanted it in there! So I am submitting that, along with many other pieces, to it! Not even a week later, I received a slip of paper saying that I was invited to speak at Writers' Week!! This is a great honor! This is a whole week dedicated to students and teachers, and everyone reads their own writings. Some professional authors are invited to speak too May or may not participate in that... But I got full credit on this assignment This is also my last submission of 2012! And what a year it's been! © 2013 - 2024 QuirkyBrainiac
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I really loved the first half of this, building on the idea of creating the distortion in the river of life, acting like a fingerprint in our moment of time. It's a great metaphor for thinking about life as it progresses- our own personal fingerprint, where the ripples bend and shape based on our actions and experiences. To freeze the fingerprint at any given moment would be to explore life in an instantaneous moment in time.