I'm getting sick of my work in the office. Well, it would have been fine ("fine", as in "okay, average" and not "great") if it wasn't for my father, who also happens to be my boss. And having a boss who blows up because of a temper isn't so great when coming with the small fact stated above. I don't know why I even got myself into this. I remember clearly the day when I had told him that I wouldn't be taking the offer. And where am I now? I need to get out and find my own way, but I'm afraid that I can't see that path.

I want work that deals with music and art, but I've lost those skills to atrophy because of this work and my relationships. I could go back to doing those things, but at what cost? The circumstances I'm in won't allow it. The world where my environment revolves in frowns upon such things that "do not make money". And they say I'm an undisciplined worker. So sue me if I want to become a wandering bard. Heh. (Speaking of writing, I've not written any poetry. Only some stories that I can't post here. No, it's not adult material. It's an old poem I wrote for a friend of a friend's debut)

Perhaps this stoic character just needs someone to take off the imaginary shackles.

PS

Thanks for the new avatar Xergille. The sly grin fits me perfectly. Haha.

So I've only been reading poetry lately, and not writing. I think I'm trying to find that "perfect" moment of inspiration, where I would be able to write something worthy of being a classic. Upon retrospect it looks as if that perspective was actually just limiting my creative juices. I was thinking, "avoid cliche", (still very much correct), but I was applying that to my poetry themes as well. I'll try writing about whatever I like (cliche or not), but my content won't be cliche. Perhaps that warrants some good points - eventually all topics would have been written about and deemed "cliche", but the content and how the poem is written can always be different from before.





Joke time:

Q: What did the Pink Panther say when he stepped on an ant?




A: Dead-ant, dead-ant, dead-ant dead-ant dead-ant, dead-ant dead-ant...

Hello; thank you for visiting my deviantART.

Please feel free to critique my poetry, as I feel that I need to know what other people think of my writings so that I may find out what I have to improve.

~Beramonde