Poetry Corner

[Shadow Wolf]

The path of answers.


Here I am...thinking again
looking for answers
wondering
where to find 'em
because
everyone needs answers
to understand
what to do
where to go
when to act
how to be

Answers are the way
but with no answers
there's no path to walk.

I ask my friends
my family
anyone
I talk
I ask
but I don't get answers.

After I ask
after I talk
after they hear
my friends say the same,
my family say the same:

"You are mature"
"you are smart"
"you can solve it"
"just wait"
"everything will be OK"

Those aren't answers
just advices... empty advices.

Because I'm smart,
because I'm mature,
I have to know the answers?
If I knew, I would not be asking.

They hear... but they don't listen!

I think
I wonder
where to find answers
because
no one gives me answers
only empty advices
and advices are not paths.

I wait
but I don't get answers,
Time does not give me answers.

I ask again
I want answers
...but again,
The same empty advices:

"everything will br OK"
"just wait"
"you can solve it"
"you are smart"
"you are mature"

They hear... but they don't listen!

I think
and think again:
"Where to find answers!?"
"Where to find my path!?"

I read books
I look on the net
but I still don't find answers
because they give empty advices.

I follow them
but I end up the same way as before
because I tried advices
but I didn't found answers

I scream
I cry
but I don't get answers

How do you find answers when everyone thinks you know em!?
how do you get answers by following only advices!?
how do you get answers!?

I say: I don't know
I tell 'em: I don't know
but they say the same

"You are smart"
"you can solve it"
"just wait"
"everything will be OK"
"you are mature"

Again!
the same empty advices!

They hear... but they don't listen!

Being mature does not give me answers!

Waiting does not give me answers!

Being smart does not give me answers!

Nothing is OK!

I can't solve it!

What to do!?

I think again
And I figure
What if they don't know?
then...
that means...
My answers aren't their answers
My path isn't their path.
They don't know my path.
I must know my path... by myself.
I must make my answers.

I heard... but I didn't listened!

I'll keep looking
because
I want to make my answers.

Everything will be ok
I am mature
I am smart
I can solve it

Because...
There's no path.
I make my path.
I walk my path.

[Gavin Luper]

Cadmus: Clearly-written and short, but far from sweet; it's quite a dark poem. It starts off fairly normally, I suppose - we get this image of a normal guy, music in his ears. The line about him asking nothing less than the same in return foreshadows the twist nicely. And it sounds like a horrible twist for the person described. But the poem itself is a success, I reckon, in conveying exactly that: the initial innocence, then the shattered event that clearly happened.

shinypkmnchaser: That was a pretty raw tirade, and it worked best like that. Any more structure and the anger of the narrator would be vastly diminished, I reckon - and I like angry poems. It works well as this loose, but focused, set of musings and questions. If anything, it was too long - after a while, the effect of the repetition dwindled a little bit - but other than that, I found it a really powerful piece. And something I haven't much thought about before, really: how we search for answers from other people, and sometimes come up short. It reminded me a bit of a line from Cat Stevens song ("If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them they know, not me!"), which is sort of what the poem ended up getting at, at least for me. Indeed, the last stanza was really strong.

Cheers!