Noticing Newbies

Greetings! I started writing topical poetry in 2011. That's when I first learned to write whatsoever.

Some of my work can be found at this address. https://topical-writing.livejournal.com/

I would like to get better at storywriting, because mine usually goes like this..

there is man.
man is sad.
lady is sad too.
now both die.
the end.


and it's really hard for me to write anything but sad abrupt stories like that. anyway, i just wanted to introduce myself here.

I have two publications here, my two favorite written pieces. they can be found in publications.
One is called A Walk In The Park and the other is Merge.

oh here's another one. just to show you what level of poetry I'm writing.

I opened one hand with an iris in it’s palm.
Taking in the greater scene and the worlds unending calm,
It saw through cliffs and mountains to valleys, hills, and oceans.
Our minds eye perceive each soul’s hidden devotion,
Each hint’s a notion,
It’s true scope seen most clear when our eyes aren’t even open,
Between the awkward pauses and hidden clauses, our motions guided true,
Without the slightest clue, our past lives guide us through an abyss our souls pursue.
That friend with his past eating him, living without reasoning,
Is bad energy incarnate put in harms place.
“It’s all on you.” No, it’s all in me..
Forged in a foundry, making the fountain of youth steam,
a byproduct of the world gorging on dreams,
We’re all fording it's torrent, absorbing the past’s poison,
Asking God to make our choices.
Begging the fog to leave it’s voices behind the shroud,
Reveal one’s true form as a wisp of dust in the wind,
every soul’s proud of it’s new born.
Travelling in it’s new form within aspen and pine, cedars and oak,
Through wolves, tigers, lions, and each volcanoes fiery smoke.
Taking hold in it’s black soil, ashes and acid rain,
Inside plastic, pollution, what’s the solution to the human spirits unending pain?
Rebirth. While our eyes see hurt, our souls have seen worse.
It’s between the two we align our minds to find our purpose,
climb past creation's glass ceiling, without ever scratching it’s surface.