Poetry: On Writing (2 Poems)

Posted on May 2, 2012

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Two poems, on the topic of writing/being an author. Both written by yours truly.

Creation, Creator, Created

Creation, Creator, Created alike,
Are we all only but a collection?
Is a mem’ry or thought what makes up a man’s life,
A stray hope, or a loose recollection?

In the end, when the fire of life is receding
We are left but a shell make of ink,
For not even an author is so high and mighty
As he—or she—commonly thinks.

I Am Your Writer . . .*

I am your writer . . .

You are mere mortals beneath my pen
Beneath my watchful eye you rest
Though you may hate my will for you
Know I only mean the best

You are my creations . . .

You have your culture, your kings, your thrones
Your countries and your bloody wars
You have your warriors and thieves
You have your roses and your thorns

I am your writer . . .

Insignificant you are
Compared to me, you all are dead
I have more life, more soul than you,
Mere thoughts within my brain and head

You are my creations . . .

But to you, your world is grand!
So colorful and wise you are!
How varied are your lovely lands,
How weary and war-scarred,

I am your writer . . .

You are insignificant
You mean nothing to my kind
You’re just a tale, a story told
To bring children to bed at night

You are my creations . . .

Your world is doomed, your story ends
When I put down my weary pen
You will not last forever, my dears,
Because I am the one you fear,

I am your writer . . .

*This poem is the one that people seem to disagree with the most; however, I was only trying to write about the topic from a different perspective.

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