Since I figured that I should get an all ages view of my poetry, I've decided to start posting here as well, where I can post poetry of all topics, and it's not as busy as the Open Poetry forums. I will still keep posting in the teenage forums as well though, until I turn 20.
This is my first attempt at Tanka, after Allan Riverwood's suggestion for me to try it out. It's an earlier poem, from the recent time in which I was concerned with the nature of being and life.
Dreaming of things that canít be
Wanting all my dreams to be
Stuck on earth, a boring sea.
"If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh."