The Silver Screen (Poem)
Yep, Not a Good Poet
After binging three hours of YouTube clips of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, and watching most of the Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides with my sister while it was streaming on a TV channel, I ruminated about entertainment. I thought to myself: what use is of entertainment that does not make you think? What is the use of such mindless entertainment? It teaches you nothing. It is only an aesthetic.
I wanted to capture my complicated and controversial feelings in a form I knew I could: a poem. I'm not a famous nor great poet, but I love stringing words with my feelings and thoughts. I love poetry and only that matters. One only needs to love one's craft to be better than the bored master; the master who has no love for their craft. Talent is not the only deciding factor to succeed in a field. Hard work, patience, and endless labours of love must also be counted.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading my poem. It took some time to write it all. Enjoy!
The Silver Screen (Poem)
The ebbing of a weeping tide.
I stand amidst the drawing shore
To see with eyes my misery;
The fallacy in silver screens.
The moving picture beckons close
To have my thread be dull and soft
So easy cut for scissored hands.
The sisters sigh—no more to wove
My time chasing the dreams and journeys of others.
Be nothing more to worsen fate
But watching of the crowd to gaze
The damnation behind the silver screen.
The killer of our time and yet
The crowd rejoices him. Therefore
I part my human way and leave
Both kith and kin behind to dine
The poppies of the silver screen.
I must then wonder why the crowd
Is only interested in well-worn roads?
With all the novice plundered from those
Before. Why do they only watch
and never act? That is a life plum
for plucking—for it is only a spectacle.
The film—the phone—the game and playing of others: Why have so many lives
Been ruined? Addictions passed as habits;
A life never lived nor new.
I rest my hat beside the crevice
Of sharpened rocks and gutted dreams.
To have the tides consume my form.
To play the martyr: nice and fair.
For all to see the silver screen:
The ending of a life;
The credits stole
My name—
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Some Things You Ought to Know
I started my poetry journey since the sixth grade, when my English Literature teacher made us write a sonnet as an assignment. I had never written poetry before and, after I finished my poem, I found I really liked doing it. I have continued writing poetry ever since, although I did take a year-long hiatus in the middle to discover why I wanted to write. Before, I wrote for others. Now, I write only for myself.
My teacher no longer walks on the Earth. He passed away some time ago. A heart condition. It was heart-breaking to know. I dedicate my entire poetry journey to him. May he rest in peace and tranquility. 🕊️
My blog is personal, so there are no single topics or labels. The blog is an extension of myself and my life-long curiosity. To try to label this thing, well … I wouldn't even try. One post I might write about poetry, in another I might talk about AI ethics. Only time shall reveal the mystery of it all.