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Daiichi — Useless
Published: 2003-11-15 06:26:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 522; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 52
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That's what I am..There's no doubt about it..She knows the gifts she gives me..Does it out of love..
She knows the chore it is for me, but doesn't give up..
And what am I? Words of encouragement..
A friend who visibly tries and fails
A small whimsical piece of nourishment..
If the person here so wills!
It's because she cares and she sees my effort
I'm even blessed to talk to her ever..
Who needs to talk to someone who doesn't understand..
Who thinks he's got magic with nothing but air in his hands..
Who am I to try to understand..It's cleared I'm doomed to failure..
But I can't let one fall be the end, no matter how many times I falter!
I'd rather let my soul die, in an agony of empty darkness..
Than give up on trying to learn, for belief in helplessness..
Useless needs no comparison..It's self explanatory..
But in an emotion where giving up seems mandatory
You can count me out, right here and now..
I'll give up counting on the where, when, and how..
Useless will get a new definition, as of right now
Who dares say the many of the word Quit? I don't know it at all!!
I've had enough of sweating it, no matter how many tears fall..
No matter if these tears mean anything at all..
I'll show the sheer capacity of human will!
I'll show the mere vivacity of sadness' chill!
People make promises, until their dying breath..
But I somehow feel they never fealt a real death
And if they think that is the greatest promise..
They haven't seen anything yet!
Whoever cares for emotional premise
Can throw it out the window..
As far as I can get, and let go!
For those who think writing this poem is indeed pretentious
I'll show you that you're thinking with the wrong mind..
The one that's troubled, with a world that finds
Motives everywhere..Games being played..
And I don't even care about what's being said..
How this will be read, would you like it even, instead?
This poem couldn't even begin to talk of my frustration
This poem couldn't even begin to ease up my situation.
I hope this breaks up all the bounds of a creation
You have seen before..Do you think I care anymore?
Oh if only my own head didn't think to the future..
The comments I'd get, that would make me so eager..
To put this poem up to be seen by the world..
When this is done to hell with written gold..
Think cause I'm just 18 years old,
I can do nothing but give in, feel cold..
Well I'll show you all, damn you for coming in here with
A storyline..With a plot in mind..I am who I am..
And I'm doing my best, that I am..
Only to feel useless..
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Comments: 23
I'm all for keeping an errors. They give the piece a genuine quality that is very hard to recreate. I normally tell people to express the emotion on paper, then revise it for the structural aspect. Not this one. You can feel that it means a lot, and this is a time when the pure, raw state means the most. Even in a 'rough' state, it is eloquent and a tremendous statement in my eyes. You've done what many of my peers could not, using their year old, carefully critiqued pieces, they've put their souls into sculpting through many late nights in revision. You didn't need a college professor to error proof it for it either. You moved me.
Thank you.
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Thanks so much for such an overwhelming comment. I can see many places this could use changing*nods* And maybe I'll fix it and post it as something new..but at this point, trying to recapture emotions and feelings that I had when I was 18..well that'd be near impossible. I am honored and humbled to receive such praise from you with a piece such as this. I would hope, however, that you might be able to help me hone my craft further. (I'm horrible with revising poetry ><)
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You expressed the hurt beautifully, in full description.
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we're all fallable, some people don't know it though... your poem does not fall far from existentialistic thought - but existentialism is only corrected by ecclesiastical philosphy. But what would the world be except a pointless playground if it were not for mistakes, for humanity. It's easy to get angry at imperfection, but of course it's not a design flaw, but an extension to our innocence. Well conceived and well wrtten poem - it was inspirational.
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Thank you..I find that in certain cases it is easy to forget that God can help me through times like these..On the other hand..When one has been trying so hard, and sees little reward..Then our patience wears thin..Among other things..I'm glad for your commentary, and that it inspired you.
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Aye, don't I know it - love is patient old boy, but not everyone can live up to Cor13
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wow i almost started crying when i finished this. wow thats pretty much all i can say. its good to know that there are artists out there that can feel something so painfull and let the world see it. i've seen hints of this in toehr artists, but you... woah, its like the pen (or pencil you choose) is the window to your soul... and you can take raw pain and turn it into raw emotion for the world to read, to see and to feel. i'm going to fav this because it sturred something inside me. i can't offer any critisisum, it may have the occasional typo... but its worth every letter typed in that vast space.
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Thank you sooooo much..I almost feel like you spoil me..This is unbelievable..
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lol i don't spoil you! i give you all you need!
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I think this one has to be my favorite out of all your poems!
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Thanks a lot..This is one of the most painful..Heh..But thanks to compliments I've been able to get something good out of that..Thank you
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I love it! I had to read it twice just to take it all in...it is sooo beautifully written; it is powerful because of the emotions behind it; its like a step into your world for a milisecond of time, a step into your pain and your frustration...you have catputred the emotions perfectly 
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some of my favorite lines:
Who needs to talk to someone who doesn't understand..
Who thinks he's got magic with nothing but air in his hands..
People make promises, until their dying breath..
But I somehow feel they never fealt a real death
And what am I? Words of encouragement..
A friend who visibly tries and fails
A small whimsical piece of nourishment..
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I am so glad you like it..After all the craze over Noose..All the compliments and comments..Last night was just whoo..And something happened that just ripped me up..So I put it into poetry and put it up on deviantart..Thanks soooo much
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Amazing piece of writing. The emotion is deep and touching. I can completely relate to this poem. Why do we care what other's think of us? I suppose it's human nature. I myself feel useless, trying to please the people around me, in a futal effort to make them feel at ease.
Very well done!
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I totally lost myself in this poem, in the obvious raw emotions. Just yesterday I was considering giving up on a helping a friend of mind since it seemed that all my efforst in helping him were useless. And even today, when he got online, I immediately got offline so I wouldn't have to talk to him. Needless to say, the words of your poem have shown me that I shouldn't give up, no matter how useless I feel...
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Thank you so much EmotionalMe..I wish I could say I put it up to cheer others on..But I know I wanted to be praised for this piece..A part of me wanted to make something out of this pain and frustration..make it into cheers and compliments..maybe because it hurt so much..Maybe because I've been living here with all my comments and compliments thta I've gotten..Regardless..I knew it would be up eventually..and I guess I thought after the hubbub over Noose..Now's the time to put it up..
Can you tell my struggle in trying to make thsi poetic and not just thoughts..Sometimes that's what it became..And then it was poetic after the fact on the second line..I'm glad you liked it..
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Yeah. Not only was there a struggle with your emotions, but there was also a struggle with trying to put it into poetic form. For without that, it would simply be jus a journal piece. Either way, I think it works. It is very poetic, especially at the beginning. You did a very good job.
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Thanks EmotionalME..Seeing your compliment las night was very helpful..
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A comment by the Author..This was pure emotion..Pure emotion..There are typos..And for the sake of fact of showing the blind type of state I was in..writing this poem..I am keeping any errors here..IT doesn't need to be prettied up..You know how old I am..and errors are bound to happen..
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