Poetry by Enjoy
Hey there! It's me, with some poems for you! Feel free to post your interpretations on what you think they mean (especially the second one)
1
Mired in the viscous undergrowth of morality,
Immobilized by the indeterminate; and left helpless to the vivid judgement of a colour-blind spectrum,
Taking slow, stubborn steps in a direction one can only assume is forward,
Losing hope's compass with every struggled step and breath.
I find myself between two places, unsure of the distance to either or,
Nor sure of the importance of either landmark.
How can I weigh my options when I am so unsure?
2
His movements are awkward, a desire to create something beautiful;
Like a painter without a steady wrist who, although meaning well, lack of skill overcomes
and the scene represented on canvas is a shadow of the vanity of other work,
however it has an incredible honesty to it, a certain characteristic that shouts,
"I am not the best, but I have done my best work."
And for this, we are grateful.
Hey there! It's me, with some poems for you! Feel free to post your interpretations on what you think they mean (especially the second one)
Mired in the viscous undergrowth of morality,
Immobilized by the indeterminate; and left helpless to the vivid judgement of a colour-blind spectrum,
Taking slow, stubborn steps in a direction one can only assume is forward,
Losing hope's compass with every struggled step and breath.
I find myself between two places, unsure of the distance to either or,
Nor sure of the importance of either landmark.
How can I weigh my options when I am so unsure?
His movements are awkward, a desire to create something beautiful;
Like a painter without a steady wrist who, although meaning well, lack of skill overcomes
and the scene represented on canvas is a shadow of the vanity of other work,
however it has an incredible honesty to it, a certain characteristic that shouts,
"I am not the best, but I have done my best work."
And for this, we are grateful.
