poetry contest- Pathetic Fallacy

*Tackling You* Hey Friend! I Was Browsing The Contest And Stumbled Upon Yours...It Sounds Cool(Well I Guess Its Because It Ends Before My B-day) :) I Plan On Entering BTW:Deep Title Hun xoxo-Nikki-xoxo

I would have joined in, had I only known what pathetic fallacy means

=)

Pathetic fallacy has several connotations. The most accepted one is that of attributing human senses to natural inanimate objects, e.g. the climate is terrible, so you feel depressed, etc. Other connotations have gone out of use. I would have attempted a poem for this contest, but nay, university essays call me.

I rant about this all the time :) it's a good opportunity. OK, I got a couple minutes.

Falling, Falling, Gone
by Just Rain

The world as we knew it
Was not expensive
Was not hard
The world used to be okay
At one point

I can remember when I was little
I could always run and play
I'd beat all the boys

I remember I didn't have to worry
About middle school, high school, college
Nope, I just would go to the same school
Year after year
I'd have the same old friends
The same old talks
And yet it would never get boring

I remember so much
But I'm getting so out of touch
Everything around me is ripping out memories
Distant, forbidden thoughts
Nowadays they're called
Long ago
We didn't even know

We didn't know
When the world would fall and crumble
If our friends would move away
If our lives were just lies
We didn't know about these complicated choices
To let someone be saved or let them die
We didn't have to race the clock
Or worry about not having as much joy

Today I find myself
In a world
Where nothing
And everything
Will help
And now the world I used to know
Is fading far away
Into that long distance
I just see a little dot
That's it

The trees have been removed
The fires have released
The wind has died forever
The water no longer means peace
The sky is filled with poison
From our "new" human world
Where no one cares about what's around us
Except those "tree huggers" that can't be heard
If I happen to care about what's around me
And it's new demise
I've become a tree hugger
In everyone's eyes

In this world we're full of labels
I don't want to live up to
And what ever is a hard task
It's not what I want to do

Ever wonder why
There's not a lot to choose to be?
It's because it's not a game
Lords and ladies, this is reality

I don't care what you say
In this pathetic fallacy
It -is- pathetic
And it's falling
It is not what I need
I don't really want to live
In such a cruel world like this
But I live on and you live on
Thinking it's just another twist

If you are just even a very
Little bit like me
Then you yourself will always
Have a fake reality
I do too
It's called imagination
It's the place
Where I hide in
Because the world we know is falling
Falling
Falling
Gone
The world we know is nothing
Compared to our dreams
In this grey paper mache
Nothing's what it seems
So leave it alone
And let it go
It is not what we need
Hence pathetic fallacy

I was always there for you.
Why are you never here?
I loved you with all my heart,
I wanted to keep you near.

We had to break up,
I dont know why,
i guess you had some fears,
But i think it was the Pathetic Fallacy you whispered in my ear.

I would have entered, but I still do not fully now what it is you want me to write

And so shall it indeed remain, if thy beauty keeps blinding me as it now does, SweetEnigma...=)

Teehee

(finished the collab-thing yet?-)

=)

Btw...Am I not wanted in CC&P?

hugzzzzZzzzzZzzzz

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A Murder of Swans

T´was a silent morning
in the early days of May.
No stain upon the land I walked
was seen in light of day.

Before my feet a stream there flowed
and it befell me strange.
No memory of its course had I;
this land, I though, had changed.

No sound upon its shore was heard,
The Silence felt profound.
Down I knelt, and whispered then
"Why maketh thee no sound?"

Its course was steep, through dale and glen,
`cross fields of green and lawns.
The river, though, stayed still, and said:
"I murdered all the Swans"

A murmur rose up from its course,
and it began to cry.
A shadow passed upon its banks.
"They should be on the sky"

"Too close to me their beauty were,
thus blinding me with grace.
I begged them please to seek the sky
for everyone to gaze."

Within itself it drew a face
of sorrow and of grief.
For it did know that it had sinned
and would never find relief.

I never have found sense in this,
and doubt I ever will.
The river, though, cares not for such
and remains in silence still.

This is a hopeless attempt.

one day *cough* yay!!!!!!!

PLEASE SAY THAT MINE FITS THE GUIDELINES! lol -_0 i get so nervous ( i just reread the definition)

Okay, thanks :)