the wave

abhicherath · Jan. 23, 2011 4:00 PM

i am a wave travelling undaunted across oceans
know the ocean and its floor
only to one day clash with the shore
the shore's a mighty warrior
and not one wave has passed that barrier
but yet i enjoy the journey that leads to certain death
for death i do not forever fret
death shall be when it shall
why then,poison life with its miserable crawl

the sun shines,the moon glows
i move in the direction in which the tide flows
at its mercy i live
and at its command i shall give;
my life with that of hundreds besides
while the moon glows or the sun shines

-abhishek cherath

im eleven years old so this is kinda surprising,b'coz its kinda sad.and short

Ga' · Jan. 23, 2011 6:24 PM

It's pretty good. You could chat with Roan about poetry, and pick up some tips. Wink

"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)