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TITLE (EDIT)
Portrait Of Nothing |
DESCRIPTION
I wrote this poem during a hard time in my life. I had no direction to go, and life was confusing. This is how I expressed the way I was in the eyes of other people
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AUTHOR
William M Faitel |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am 17, and I have taken life blindly throughout my short lifetime. I never feel like I truly fit into anything. I am in search of true happiness, but I am far from it. I am not depressed, but I feel that my differences in oppinions and ideas leaves me traveling in circles.
[February 2000] |
Portrait Of Nothing
William M Faitel
Hear what I have to say about myself and the things will be understood,
There is darkness in my life that cannot be told by anyone but me.
Welcome to my little world of fear and fate that twists your thoughts of good.
It’s not evil enity that pulsates through this tired body that you see.
I have forever followed the people of lost souls and no hope in life,
My motivation to have the perfect bliss has been torn by my chaos.
Inside of me burns a fire that can cut in your soul like the sharpest knife
I have drained the world of all that is precious and all is at a great loss.
I roll sleeplessly inside of bed at night like the stars that always shine,
There must be a purpose of this life and it always has me thinkng hard.
I was born to this earth as a delicate flower stretching out my vine,
But as I grew bigger I became the weed that we all want to discard.
There is no hope in life if the life is not worth the moments that you live,
I have discovered that my life is something that is always a gamble,
As I have thought it through my life is something that I cannot leave or give,
I like it just the way that it has been even with the harshest ramble.
I can still ponder about my existance and if I have my purpose,
I can just waste away the precious moments that I have on this earth,
I’ll just live through the life that has strained me by ear and stop all of my fuss,
I don’t care who I am to people and I’ll not worry about my worth.
To explain who I am and what I am like would take an eternity,
A picture is worth a thousand words but I am worth infinity more,
Take me apart piece by piece and there will be nothing left inside to see,
I can’t explain myself and if I could it would be nothing but a bore.
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"quite depressing really. I know a good artist creates art for themselves first and foremost but a good poem has to offer more than just self-indulgent whining. " -- matt.
"I feel that this poem represents all young people. Unlike the previous critique, I didn't think that the author was whining at all. I just felt that he was trying to make sense of his life, something that everyone struggles to do under the blanket of a "so-called normal exterior" that we show to everyone. Poetry is about digging deep inside of yourself to find something beautiful, even though the portrait that he paints is suppose to be of "Nothing," who's to say that it does not signify beauty. I loved the poem, it made me think a lot about how phony most people act, including myself sometimes." -- Erin.
"I found this poem quite touching actually. It is rather depressing but it's obvious the feeling that went into it. It's extremely personal and clearly displays the stage the author was going through at the time, but like the previous critique, I think it is more of a portrayal of all young people rather than the pure feelings of an individual." -- S J Fletcher.
"I have not read this for years...I forgot about my poem. I wish to write again. I have so much material, for I have lived a crazy life. From Anarchy to the Army. I want to express this feeling that I have had. I have been lost and found and lost again. It is the cycle of choas that I live. I hope that what I write is more educated...more vivid to the imagination. I want to express the chaos in the system. Do you think that freedom is free in the world today? We pay a price for everything. America is the virus nation. I plan to write about this, with a poetic form. There are many nations that wish our demise. They see us with greed and evil in our eyes. I am a soldier now, because I have conformed for the system. I still lack faith in our corporation (oops...I meant government). Goodbye...I want to hear from everyone." -- William Faitel, Detroit/Ansbach, MI/Bavaria, USA/Germany.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2000 William M Faitel |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
February 2000 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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