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I wrote this with King Max (my brother) a bit ago while we were camping. It’s mostly about him... but I don’t like the flow of it. And I think I want to expand it. King Max is no help, I love the kid , but he’s even more useless than me when it comes to this stuff. Any suggestions? Criticisms? comments? This one might be hopeless... but I want to rescue it from whatever black hole it’s trying to crawl out of...

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I know not what lies ahead
A path ordained in dark
Though I know not where I will tread

Without hope, blindly I wander
Living for a fruitless moment
No reason to keep from surrender

Unrelenting misery day to day
Hidden behind an attractive lie
Feelings hidden by what I say

Little known of what will be
Good and bad becoming my life’s story
Only our sweet melody can set me free
Plan B is always "Die Trying."




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I thought this had some very good word uses and overall, I liked it, but the rhythm bugged me. I understand that not all poems should rhythm, but with your rhyme scheme so beautifully done, I felt that the lines kind of jumbled together in my mind because they lacked rhythm. It's like your reading it and enjoying the rhyme scheme and then you reach a line that is too long or too short to be in rhythm with the other lines and it just throws you off.
Other than that, I thought this was very well done.
Nice job...keep writing
~ WD
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I tried to make it flow better... what do ya think? I'm still working on the chorus... It'll come, right?

I know not what lies ahead
A path ordained in dark
I cannot know where I will tread.

Without hope, blindly I wander.
Living for a fruitless moment
No reason to keep from surrender

Unrelenting misery, forcing me to play.
Disguised by a beautiful lie,
Feelings hidden by what I say.

Little known to me of what will be,
Good and bad become my life’s story,
Only our sweet melody can set me free.


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Still not sure about that last line... I wanted to end it with something to do with him and his guitar... but I didn't want it to be too specific. any sugguestions?
Plan B is always "Die Trying."



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien