Are any of these poems sonnets? Thanks?

The Whore of Iasi

There is no thought in the hollow mind
No dream of recompense or starlight wave,
To cleanse the grit and dirt of her kind,
As I am abandoned to her a silent slave.
Once I sang of love in the sea’s meadow
As her beauty bewitched a man bereft,
For I struggle for the light in the shadow,
My pride and honesty is all that is left.
And the whore of Iasi did lie on her bed
Telling all men the profanity of her name,
Forgetting the lines of love the poet said,
And putting her kin of Babylon to shame.
For she denied her lover and is admired,
And the poet is dead by a love he desired.

The Sands of Sidon

To cleave the hope from the old oak tree,
To bring your blessed love upon a carriage
And so sing the song of Tyre’s still sea,
Casting my open hand in offer of marriage.
But to resent the wayward nature of being
Saddens the very body of the torrid heart,
To believe what those lurid men are seeing
Sickens the white soul and we must depart.
Bring me courage so I may know you again,
The rose that was eternal and always mine,
For I may not free you from iniquity’s den
Nor watch as you reason with Portia’s crime.
And so on the sands of Sidon we will meet
For I know nothing of my victory nor my retreat.

The Iasi Moon

To the orchard where I hear her cry
I follow the sound of morning birds,
That see her tears reach for the sky
As I give my love with hopeful words.
Yet I deliver the light upon her eyes
To offer the fruit of my heart’s longing,
To watch stars by moon-dripped skies
And to know her virtue and belonging.
I count the marvels of all her beauty,
And wear my thoughts naked and alone,
For I dance with her in honour and duty
Face to face, lips to lips, skin to bone.
Oana remember your love is my plume
And I will kiss you under the Iasi moon.

Wounded sparrow

I was the measure of the soul of my love,
The very essence of what it is to be true,
To know her starlets fallen from above
And the sun with the clarity of a heavenly view.
For I longed for my warm arms to wrap
Around her sumptuous vision of breast,
To feel the wings of wanton desire snap
And to leave her a wounded sparrow lest,
I forget my malady- to her life I belong:
To kiss her breath sweeter than earthly air,
For in the drifting night I see what is wrong,
Oana naked for men, neither sacred nor fair.
So High Priestess of my dreams carry on,
For once the heart bleeds our love is gone.

Ode to Oana

In the morning I wish for her sunrise,
By the evening I hope for her sunset,
As the sparkling of her opaque eyes
Shines with beauty as our hearts met;
For the blue sky is the warming soul,
Shared in love beyond autumn’s glade,
Waiting for her beyond summer’s glow,
As our passions by the fire were made.
To my secret the love beneath the light,
Bring me the gift promised in lives past,
For we honour the stars of lovers night,
And the dice of my fate Oana has cast:
So my beloved forever in love we seek,
In faith and loyalty God’s blessing we reap.

They all seem to follow the sonnet rules (14 lines, alternate line rhyming except for the last two which are couplets, and they are written in iambic pentameter) i’m a little iffy about "Wounded Sparrow" but it does seem to follow the rules.

Never tried writing thoughts down before tryin maybe turn some of them into lyrics.Please tell me what u think?

Let the rain poor down another Spokane night
as my meta-emotion begins to give me conflicting fight
I concentrate and analyze what brings me to light
and knowing what I can’t have is what seems to be my blurry line of sight
I try to push it down hoping the feeling will not linger
everything rises up as if it were to see her
having it so close to me and secretly it’s not enough.
being in love, this kind of love, **** this **** is rough.
knowing that there is nothing here of lust
it’s the truest love i have found and please I’ve had enough
inevitable scars from dancing solo on that thin line
I can’t believe I did this to myself but I dream about it too much of the time
the feeling should never of existed because it will never be returned.
never be returned no matter how much a little bit of it i yearn.

how come everything i touch seems to turn on me
everything i truly want has no concern of me
just not sure how much longer i keep it up
or if ill be able to take another one of your cold stairs right through me
this is killing me i think i need it explained i cannot find reasons why things crumbled this way .

too many thoughts to lay my head down life has got me stressed out i just need to hear the sound
of comforting voice to me.
tell me things will
it will be figured out
tell me just to calm down hold me close n it will be ok

death of an ego
kill off all of one conception
bring in new light and spill into gods dimension
death of an ego
shake your ever steady etch a sketch
start over on your connection
creating different mind sets now to give the right perception or deceptions
find out all the in-corrections you’ve made throughout your life
put them into focus now and truly see blinding light.
be without your own drowning self doubt learn to live without

pain can be a substance you constantly consume
mistaking it for pleasure until your end is soon
splitting all of your connections to the life you once existed
now you’re just of victim of what you once resisted
i wish I could listen in from my past to the thoughts now
i can’t believe it came to this I will always question how
be here i stand no longer because I’m constantly in a fall
tumbling deeper down the hole I cannot find the walls

nothing is what i strive for
and it seems it has not been complete
i keep ending up with terror dreams
even when not asleep
i try to catch it creeping but so easily it sneaks
I can feel it breath on me try to find words but it seems that they have leaked
cold grip on my shoulder now keeps pulling into black
I truly strive for nothing but nothing seems to always lead me back

As I pace, then i stand, then i fall, to the floor, can’t believe how this all came to be.
can’t believe i was too blind to see i feel scared i feel pissed i can’t ******* take this.
this is something i refuse to miss
never had it though, thought i did, but never saw through the mist,
It’s amazing how everything can fade away from your kiss this is not a list of reasons why i want you to come back to me its a praise to how clear things are now that ive been lifted from your so called gift.
never knew how all of this could dissolve this isnt what you wanted is it thought id crawl back not distant well what you reading is fiction and seems to spill out of your mouth with a smirk on your face with no resistance.

i feel that you’re the one that missed out i know you think without any doubt you think you know what I’m all about. How the **** would you know. you never crossed the path where i would ever let you pass my brick n mortar guise you just chopped me up for another one looking for the same thing most do.
darkness in my life no shadows without light feeling so beat down i have to give up this fight
I’m feeling weaker every night mainly because i live without days, thoughts perpetually in change my life has lost its focus with the darkness that has entered pushed all hope out of range.

these lyrics i write are my mind thoughts I hide in plain sight
mental images that must stay hidden, never to be risen and see the day of light
so with this I’ve put myself in a constant beginning
never to find my middle ground
constant yearning to have a mental break down
just to feel the release, and maybe then my mind will ease up the tension
but will i even know,
hopefully with immediate apprehension and with that i steal time. place it in suspension
i finally see my continual pretensions .
now I finally have eternity in my grasp i can make the right connections to fix my in-correction.

Additional Details
It’s all just random thought not supposed to be a single song or anything. for every space is n different time i typed something out

heres what i think:

they are very good and in-depth. maybe a little long for lines of song lyrics; but they might make awesome poems. also, im sure they sound amazing when put to music, but for some reason they are a little hard to read mentally.

suggestions:

try shortening the ideas in each line to just the main concept and then adjust them to rhyme. also, try putting them to music and post it on youtube.

advice:

im sure some jerk is going to post someting idiotic about your heartfelt lyrics. trust me, as a songwriter, i know it sucks when people dont like your own thoughts. dont listen to them. stay postive and follow your heart; it will never lead you wrong.

wish you the best of luck. <3

I have been tolled that I can sing but do you think I am too old.?

Do you think I am too old to start singing, and star a band I am 25 years old. I am taking music classes. Studying the guitar and the piano. I favor short songs so that’s why these are not too long. I believe a good song should be no more than 2 or 3 minutes, but I am not opposed to a longer song if it’s a good song. Do you like these songs

Who Forgot Who They Are?
I know you’ll be just fine, leave your dead behind. What fell apart, a knife in my heart? Just carry on, I know you know you did no wrong, but I know where you belong. There’s no peace, just meat for the buzzards feast.

The Past
To see my past through the churches stained glass. Can I repent ? Or has it been sent? 20,20 hinge sight don’t help me now. What I did is in the past, time goes too fast. I see you in the shadows, I see you in the cracks, there’s nothing left of me. What do we see? A shattered reflection of me. If things could change, it would be so strange. Would we even make the same mistakes? My old bones ache. We are the dust, so why not take to the wind and just blow away?

Does god hear me?
Does god hear me? When will I be free from me? I run from my head, I am dead. I know where I am, I can’t escape. There is no fear; I would rather run than stay here. War in my self; broken body with no health. If I could die just to save my life. Take out my mind leave my body behind. I want to get away, to get out, to stay away.

Flowers and Tears
Flowers drink my tears, joy spreads when I cry, joy spreads when I die. I have no hope; I fell to the ground dizzy from going round. The world still turns, my life still burns. The flames make the shadows of my past dance. I chose to wallow in my fears for years and years. What has become of me; do I even care. Should I ask where?

Can’t be any worse than Susan Boyle who was 47 yrs old and made it. Forget what others say and go for it. If oyu can sing. Sing your heart out dude.

Poll: what is the current song that explains your life?

i mean like, is there a song that explains what your going through? is there a song that explains how you feel?
My song is "resistance" by veil of maya.
lyrics and song meaning are appreciated.

From the beginning a novel sworn in romance
"A display of two statuses revealed
We cast it all hoping for a bit of desire
Swept underneath our emotions burden inside
We find ourselves searching, hoping,
For a muse in the night to bring relief
An endless search for some a masked silhouette
Dancing in shadows our greatest fears
Resistance to desire
Swept underneath our emotions burden inside
We find ourselves searching, hoping,
For a muse in the night to bring relief
Colliding within we torch ourselves
A full flowing chalice of apathy
We know that this is the end our past a kindled undying flare
We cast it all hoping for a bit of desire
Swept underneath our emotions we find ourselves"

those are the lyrics. They are basically telling a story of a love that was strong, and then it was destroyed by a small fight. And after, one person is struggling to cope with the loss.

This explains what happened to me and my ex a few days ago. We had a small fight over something stupid, and a few days later, she broke up with me. Ever since i’ve been struggling to get over her…

so… what’s the song that currently explains your life?

A Single Moment of Sincerity by Asking Alexandria…

Just look at the lyrics..

I just wrote this, can someone tell me how it sounds, please?

"-Grab him!" the tall woman whispered, her blonde hair flowing as she ran down the vast hallway, door after door flashing by; some tall, some short and fat, some wooden and others marble. Her shoes clicked quietly on the cold tile floor, echoing down the hallway. A door flew open at the end of the room, and out ran a light-haired man, a swathe of blankets in his arms.

"Coming, I am coming!" he called out, carefully bouncing on his tiptoes to avoid making a ruccus, "The dark morrocan door a few yards down keep the sleeping guards, so you must be especially careful," he warned, as the frump of silken blankets in his arms began to stir, "Shh…" he whispered to the blankets, and they quieted.

The couple continued down the hall, past door after door. Some were simple, some were intricate. Some seemed willing to tell a story, while others looked discreet and uninviting. As the woman glanced up at the ceiling, she saw something move beside the crystal chadalier, hidden in the shadows.

"Decimus… there is something hiding by the chandalier…" the woman said nervously, her hands shaking,

"Hand me Daxter…" she whispered fervently, "I know Zen very well. I know he shall grant our wish for our child," the light haired man mulled it over silently in his mind, his temples pounding. Time was running out…

"Very well," the man named Decimus said, his voice cracking as he pulled back the silk blankets, revealing a tiny pink face, a plume of dark hair sticking up from the top of his small head. Decimus planted a kiss on his head with a tear in his eye, and kissed the woman delicately as he wiped the tears away, his eyes red and sore, "Send him my love on Earth…" Decimus said and stroked the soft skin of his only son for the last time.

"Hurry, hurry!" he warned and dashed off down the hallway, "I love you," he said as he jogged back the other way, parting from his soul mate for the last time. With a final glance back at the slender woman dashing down the hallway, he turned to face the creature lurking in the shadows.

Hopefully a creature he could best with his hands.

"Come out from hiding!" he shouted, the hundreds of doors rattling in reply. A hissing sound escaped the shadows, a full rack of canine teeth shining down at him from the darkness.

"I can see you trying to save your son, Decimus," it snickered with a throaty growl, it’s mouth opening to unspeakable size as it whined, flicking its pink tongue eagerly, "But, then again, I can see everything,"

"You can’t see everything!" he yelled fiercly, a yell that would leave most people cowering, but the creature was not hesitant to answer,

"Oh but Decimus, I can. You see, not only am I now a Lemure, I was also a Seer in past life, before the wonderful transformation," it breathed in mockingly, "I may be a Nero in your eyes, but in the eyes of my people I am much more," it reached out its clawed limbs and crawled between the shadows in the high arches of the ceiling, "I was the one to foresee the prophecy, and I will be the one to fulfill it, not your son. In fact, after I have peeled away your skin, danced in your blood, and picked your bones, I shall Overshadow your son, and perhaps leave your wife as a persent to my people,"

"You aren’t anything to be afraid of, you measly Lemure," the man taunted, but as the creature unburied itself from the shadows, and peered into its bloodshot eyes, he knew…

"Yes, Decimus… fear me. I am bathing in it," it breathed mneacingly, spreading its lips as it ran over its smoky black skin with its tongue, "Now, to feast…"

Just then, a door began to rattle and burst open. The Lemure lunged at Decimus, mouth open wide enough to fit a person. Decimus’ vision went black as teeth like swords pierced his skull, and he fell to the cold, hard tile…

I just wrote it a minute ago, does it sound interesting or scary at all? And not a good horror writer, but this sounds okay, right?

(Could you also tell me how old you think I am by reading this? You don’t have to answer this one, but if you want ^-^ )
thanks for answering everyone :]

And I’m only 13, actually ^-^

I try not to use so much detail, but it’s hard. I could rattle on all day about details, yet I couldn’t read anything with a lot of details for my life

I am not saying that you should write in a minimalistic style, but lay off on the adverbs and adjectives. Especially refrain from using extensive attributions after your quotes. What I mean by this is that writing "he said" or "she said" or "[name] said" is more than sufficient. If you look at your quotes, they are attributed too heavily. Things "snicker with throaty growls," people "yell fiercely," creatures "breathe mockingly," and so on. Refrain from doing this. It is very tacky.

Would any teenagers like to look at this short chapter and tell me what you think?

"-Grab him!" the tall woman whispered, her blonde hair flowing as she ran down the vast hallway, door after door flashing by; some tall, some short and fat, some wooden and others marble. Her shoes clicked quietly on the cold tile floor, echoing down the hallway. A door flew open at the end of the room, and out ran a light-haired man, a swathe of blankets in his arms.

"Coming, I am coming!" he called out, carefully bouncing on his tiptoes to avoid making a ruccus, "The dark morrocan door a few yards down keep the sleeping guards, so you must be especially careful," he warned, as the frump of silken blankets in his arms began to stir, "Shh…" he whispered to the blankets, and they quieted.

The couple continued down the hall, past door after door. Some were simple, some were intricate. Some seemed willing to tell a story, while others looked discreet and uninviting. As the woman glanced up at the ceiling, she saw something move beside the crystal chadalier, hidden in the shadows.

"Decimus… there is something hiding by the chandalier…" the woman said nervously, her hands shaking,

"Hand me Daxter…" she whispered fervently, "I know Zen very well. I know he shall grant our wish for our child," the light haired man mulled it over silently in his mind, his temples pounding. Time was running out…

"Very well," the man named Decimus said, his voice cracking as he pulled back the silk blankets, revealing a tiny pink face, a plume of dark hair sticking up from the top of his small head. Decimus planted a kiss on his head with a tear in his eye, and kissed the woman delicately as he wiped the tears away, his eyes red and sore, "Send him my love on Earth…" Decimus said and stroked the soft skin of his only son for the last time.

"Hurry, hurry!" he warned and dashed off down the hallway, "I love you," he said as he jogged back the other way, parting from his soul mate for the last time. With a final glance back at the slender woman dashing down the hallway, he turned to face the creature lurking in the shadows.

Hopefully a creature he could best with his hands.

"Come out from hiding!" he shouted, the hundreds of doors rattling in reply. A hissing sound escaped the shadows, a full rack of canine teeth shining down at him from the darkness.

"I can see you trying to save your son, Decimus," it snickered with a throaty growl, it’s mouth opening to unspeakable size as it whined, flicking its pink tongue eagerly, "But, then again, I can see everything,"

"You can’t see everything!" he yelled fiercly, a yell that would leave most people cowering, but the creature was not hesitant to answer,

"Oh but Decimus, I can. You see, not only am I now a Lemure, I was also a Seer in past life, before the wonderful transformation," it breathed in mockingly, "I may be a Nero in your eyes, but in the eyes of my people I am much more," it reached out its clawed limbs and crawled between the shadows in the high arches of the ceiling, "I was the one to foresee the prophecy, and I will be the one to fulfill it, not your son. In fact, after I have peeled away your skin, danced in your blood, and picked your bones, I shall Overshadow your son, and perhaps leave your wife as a persent to my people,"

"You aren’t anything to be afraid of, you measly Lemure," the man taunted, but as the creature unburied itself from the shadows, and peered into its bloodshot eyes, he knew…

"Yes, Decimus… fear me. I am bathing in it," it breathed mneacingly, spreading its lips as it ran over its smoky black skin with its tongue, "Now, to feast…"

Just then, a door began to rattle and burst open. The Lemure lunged at Decimus, mouth open wide enough to fit a person. Decimus’ vision went black as teeth like swords pierced his skull, and he fell to the cold, hard tile…

I posted this a few hours ago, but I’d like some teen’s opinions since this book will most likely be for teens because I’m a teen. ^-^
Lol Zayra, sorry. This is actually the same one, but every time I write something I wind up changing it again. After this though I think things’ll be smooth sailing ^-^

(This time I decided to put it through the eyes of a boy instead of a girl after a little research )

And actually, before I started this series, I had 17 books going on at the same time. No lie, it was a pain!

How many books do you have going girl? (I’ve read the other one about her being in a Crash with her aunt because of that guy that seemed to be only an imagination of her)

And this is really good i like it

A Friend. Will you comment please?

She came into my life in the late dark.
Chilling mist driving her to park
I woke from a stupor believing I’d had a dream
At my door I heard her pitiful moan;
Skirting past she came into my heart, my home.

Her choice, her entry; a shadow danced from wall to wall.
Staring at me unblinking, thin, sickly in the pall
I gave up trying to relate in the moment though
She wore marks of class, but suspicion her mask
Intending me to await her verdict; taking me to task.

Acting as if she’d seen enough,
She’s knew in a breath she’d called my bluff
Satisfied with my domestic skills,
She chose what would be her place
My every move questioned, showing a mysterious face

In my home she stayed for weeks uncounted by me
I kept her fed, touching when she allowed, respecting her ‘free’
An odd, confusing relationship at best.
One morning that cry again waking me from a hallway floor
I found my stray guard Cat left by the pet door

She’d decided to move on, I fell to my knees and cried
I swear I could imagine her voice "You no longer need to hide
Yer OK for just now,
But leave me access if you please
I’ll be close to listen if again you happen to need."

Hiya honey. I just love how your heart is so completely open to both sides of just about any issue. This wasn’t sad for me; melancholy, sure, but resigned too, as if y’know, and that’s just how it is:

Dogs have masters…
Cats have staff!!!

And your writing continues to command my rapt attention! Write on, darlin’…

Never tried writing thoughts down before tryin maybe turn some of them into lyrics.Please tell me what u think?

Let the rain poor down another Spokane night
as my meta-emotion begins to give me conflicting fight
I concentrate and analyze what brings me to light
and knowing what I can’t have is what seems to be my blurry line of sight
I try to push it down hoping the feeling will not linger
everything rises up as if it were to see her
having it so close to me and secretly it’s not enough.
being in love, this kind of love, **** this **** is rough.
knowing that there is nothing here of lust
it’s the truest love i have found and please I’ve had enough
inevitable scars from dancing solo on that thin line
I can’t believe I did this to myself but I dream about it too much of the time
the feeling should never of existed because it will never be returned.
never be returned no matter how much a little bit of it i yearn.

how come everything i touch seems to turn on me
everything i truly want has no concern of me
just not sure how much longer i keep it up
or if ill be able to take another one of your cold stairs right through me
this is killing me i think i need it explained i cannot find reasons why things crumbled this way .

too many thoughts to lay my head down life has got me stressed out i just need to hear the sound
of comforting voice to me.
tell me things will
it will be figured out
tell me just to calm down hold me close n it will be ok

death of an ego
kill off all of one conception
bring in new light and spill into gods dimension
death of an ego
shake your ever steady etch a sketch
start over on your connection
creating different mind sets now to give the right perception or deceptions
find out all the in-corrections you’ve made throughout your life
put them into focus now and truly see blinding light.
be without your own drowning self doubt learn to live without

pain can be a substance you constantly consume
mistaking it for pleasure until your end is soon
splitting all of your connections to the life you once existed
now you’re just of victim of what you once resisted
i wish I could listen in from my past to the thoughts now
i can’t believe it came to this I will always question how
be here i stand no longer because I’m constantly in a fall
tumbling deeper down the hole I cannot find the walls

nothing is what i strive for
and it seems it has not been complete
i keep ending up with terror dreams
even when not asleep
i try to catch it creeping but so easily it sneaks
I can feel it breath on me try to find words but it seems that they have leaked
cold grip on my shoulder now keeps pulling into black
I truly strive for nothing but nothing seems to always lead me back

As I pace, then i stand, then i fall, to the floor, can’t believe how this all came to be.
can’t believe i was too blind to see i feel scared i feel pissed i can’t ******* take this.
this is something i refuse to miss
never had it though, thought i did, but never saw through the mist,
It’s amazing how everything can fade away from your kiss this is not a list of reasons why i want you to come back to me its a praise to how clear things are now that ive been lifted from your so called gift.
never knew how all of this could dissolve this isnt what you wanted is it thought id crawl back not distant well what you reading is fiction and seems to spill out of your mouth with a smirk on your face with no resistance.

i feel that you’re the one that missed out i know you think without any doubt you think you know what I’m all about. How the **** would you know. you never crossed the path where i would ever let you pass my brick n mortar guise you just chopped me up for another one looking for the same thing most do.
darkness in my life no shadows without light feeling so beat down i have to give up this fight
I’m feeling weaker every night mainly because i live without days, thoughts perpetually in change my life has lost its focus with the darkness that has entered pushed all hope out of range.

these lyrics i write are my mind thoughts I hide in plain sight
mental images that must stay hidden, never to be risen and see the day of light
so with this I’ve put myself in a constant beginning
never to find my middle ground
constant yearning to have a mental break down
just to feel the release, and maybe then my mind will ease up the tension
but will i even know,
hopefully with immediate apprehension and with that i steal time. place it in suspension
i finally see my continual pretensions .
now I finally have eternity in my grasp i can make the right connections to fix my in-correction.
It’s all just random thought not supposed to be a single song or anything. for every space is n different time i typed something out

This is awesomeness

I feel like I have nothing to look forward to in life..?

Hey guys
…I’m 16 .I think I need some help but I’m restricted because of my parents. They’re Asian..of course.
Since my grades dropped a whole load last term, my parents have been pushing me really hard to get back up to normal standards. My mum literally sits on my bed when I wake up and tells me how to study and accuses me of things I didn’t do two years ago to improve my marks. She does the same thing while driving me to school, picking me up from school, dinner time, bedtime…
I haven’t got many friends….most of my closest ones are overseas…I’ve only got one friend at the moment at school. and we don’t have much in common…(I moved to this school four years ago..and was bullied to start off with). I’m not allowed to go out at all. Not even to the movies or shopping….. My parents don’t take me out shopping either….it’d be nice to get some fresh air.
They told me my job was to study…right now, I’m studying to about 12am every night.
I really want something to do with life that my parents will approve of… I told them a couple of months ago that I would’ve liked to be a performer (singer/ dancer) because I was always in the shadows at school… I’m quite interested in the kpop industry…. My mum completely flipped and insisted I had to be a doctor. Probably doesn’t want to tarnish the family name or something. My dad on the other hand talked it through and said he would allow me to get vocal lessons to start with… Only problem is I’m too shy to even approach a vocal teacher..
I used to like dancing and sing when no one was around but now I’m useless at everything…Wake up, go to school, come home, eat dinner,study then bed. It sorta feels like I have no hope at anything…I really doubt I would stay in the medical industry even if I made it in..It holds no interest for me.

The past few weeks..I’ve been starting to lose my appetite…I’m starting to lose weight even though I’m about 8kgs underweight…I’m losing sleep too. I had to admit it but there are times where I just start randomly start crying..for no reason. It feels like somethings eating my stomach up a lot of the time.
My parents have also banned me from using the internet except for homework/assignments (right now, I’m pretending to do an assignment) and playing games. I’m a gamer and I’m not allowed to get consoles or buy games or even play them.

Can someone suggest something I could do? Sorry for the ranting and long question.. Wow..it sounds like I"m really spoilt too..I swear I’m not.
Thanks heaps.

You have to understand that your parents are a product of their time. Many people who grew up in difficult circumstances react by being overly concerned with security. Good education, safe careers, no risks. That’s not to say they are right or wrong, I’m just talking about learning how to relate to them productively. They want you to get great grades, a reliably employable degree and move into a world where you are economically secure. They are thinking "food, shelter, clothing" while you are thinking "fulfillment, adventure, romance". Probably the best course is somewhere in the middle.

First thing, there is too much pressure and it’s harming you. You have to fix that one of two ways. Either you find a way to handle the pressure without any psychological bad effects or you have make your parents lower the pressure.

Next thing is school and career. In life most people have a "vocation" that pays the bills and an "avocation" that gives their lives pleasure and meaning. Only very lucky people can combine the two . Think about whether you can follow your parents wishes while persuading them to go along with your interest in an avocation. I say this next part reluctantly but everyone has to pursue their own dream. Maybe when you are not relying on their support you can flip the vocation and avocation. Get the degree but put it in your pocket and follow your dream until you know if it’s your calling. If that’s not workable, try for a compromise with your parents. Maybe a less demanding major. Maybe a two year degree until you are more certain about your feelings.

Getting along in the world is so demanding we forget what we are working for. The idea is to slowly, a little at a time, put less and less time into earning a living and more and more time into doing what makes us human. Thinking, learning, making beautiful things, enjoying the wonder of life. You are caught in a middle time when you can imagine the goal but your parents still worry about earning a living. Don’t despair, you’re not alone and time is on your side. Get through this and before you know it, you will be master of your own life.

One last thing. Don’t ever be "too shy" to do something you really want to do. You are not on this earth to make somebody else happy. You are here for your own self. Be thoughtful about things but don’t be afraid to enjoy yourself. "Life is just a dance, don’t take it too seriously. Life is the only dance, don’t take it too lightly."

just a little something a wrote, your thoughts would be appreciated?

THOUGHTS IN SPRING

It is a normal spring day and I decide to have my lunch break in the local park. I sit on a bench under the shade of a tree with the wind blowing through the leaves, causing shadows to dance on the manicured lawn.The weather is good; warm enough for summer clothes, yet not hot enough to complain about. Flower beds adorn the park, hibiscus, chrysanthemum, azaleas and more, a patchwork quilt of flora.

The park is a hive of activity today, an assortment of people, professions and pass times. A man not much younger than I am, walks past me in his well pressed business suit, talking on his mobile phone a little too loudly trying to sound important to those in earshot, or trying to sound important to himself.

An elderly couple are sitting on a picnic blanket on the lawn, their silver hair shining in the afternoon Sun. Homemade sandwiches and cakes in brown paper bags, their faces are content but their eyes tell a different story, for after a life time of love, sharing and companionship; should one of them pass, the other would be truly alone.

A young female runner jogs past them, her toned body a billboard for her generation. Her even strides cushioned by the latest running shoes and designer sunglasses to block out the Sun. Tight fitting running clothes worn to enhance her performance and to leave those who look at her envious, an object of their sexual desire and manufactured jealousy. She runs past a group of teenage school kids, as she passes the boys mimic the bounce of her breasts with their hands, much to the annoyance of the girls, who roll their eyes.

A young couple with smiles on their faces, walk past hand in hand. They watch their young toddler kick a bright orange ball, he squeals with delight, his rosy cheeks and innocent eyes oblivious to the hardships he will one day face but for now, he is content with sugar coated treats and colourful images on the T. V.
The park, the people the scenarios all of them a postcard, a cliche of modern thought and actions.

A small bird grabs my attention, a sparrow I think. He is doing a little hop type of dance in front of a clump of bushes; he darts into them, coming out with a small bug in his beak and flies up into a tree. He returns moments later to do the same thing again. The more I watch his antics the more I wonder about him. I wonder if he is feeding his young and is it just instinct that drives him to do this, or is it parental love. Will he get frustrated if he cannot get enough food? Will his little heart swell with pride when his young take flight for the first time? Does he know of love? Does his heart skip a beat when he sees his mate? Will it break if one day she does not return? Does he know of fear? Will he cower in the treetops when a storm comes crashing down upon him? Does he know of racism? Do other birds treat him unkindly because he is not the same breed as they? Does he know of joy? Will he sing that little bit louder when the Sun is shinning on a clear day? Does he know of God and creation? Is he aware of me, as I am of him and does he know of man, or war and death? If he is aware of all of these then I feel sorry for him, for why should he suffer the folly of man and yet, if he is not aware, I am equally sorry for him; for the wonder of life is a thing to behold and the joy and sorrow it brings is a thing to be shared by all.

The bird does not know of racism, for it can not conceive that it is different from other birds because it does not have a mirror and therefore does not know what it looks like. Yes, the bird will sing louder, as the sun gives it more energy. Nope, it is not aware of you. It is only aware that it is hungry, and it must find food. The life of a bird is not as joy filled as you might imagine. It needs to find a full belly of food each day. It needs to compete with other birds. It needs to find some place warm to sleep at night. Those are the thoughts of the bird.