Mistakes...
It is an inescapable part of life that is never pleasant to the sight. It is impossible to avoid, just like how a kid yearns for a toy. It is uncontrollable, unmerciful, and unfortunate that there is no escape door. It would be nice if people were perfefct, but would that make anything worth it? Somehting so inescapable, so irreplaceable, so undesirable yet learning from it makes us as humans grow.Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
GJ231’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Waiting... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Mistakes... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Walking... | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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