i search for beautiful words, entangled with hidden meanings. i intend (and wish) to write, to create sentences that don't just pleasure the ear, but also the mind.
and yet, no matter how hard i search, no matter how deep i dive into the ocean of pleasurable and divine words, my longing and thirst for eternal beauty never seems to be satisfied.
are there too many written words or to less?
i wish to be a good writer, enchanting dreams and fantasies with the mere use of a few sentences.i want my head to be charmed by eternal and ocean-deep inspiration, to be gifted by the present of a clear (and yet hidden) expression.
there are too many words to know them all.
a heart-breaking truth, which i came to realize in a mix of rage and sadness.
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Author:
jin (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i just want to be a good writer. it's one my greatest desires and yet i don't feel able to fullfill it. english isn't even my first language, so why do i want to be a perfect little english poet?
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Well this is a very good start here on mps for your great desire to be realised. You use English very well. May I suggest you read MANY of the poems posted here on mps to assist you. Some may make you wince, other may leave you wishing you could write equally well which, for me proved very helpful and encouraging.
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