No. 74

Ah, poetry. Wonderful, middle school poetry. 

I'm going to post all of my poems here in the order they appear on my FictionPress profiles and then post the ones that weren't there. 

This seems to have been edited since i posted it to FictionPress. The modification date is Mon 07 Jun 2004 07:19:02 PM EDT and it was written in the comic sans font...ugh. I believe i originally wrote this for an English assignment in 7th grade or for extra credit.

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1547821/1/Nothing (3-10-04)

It had one review. It was by and if theyy get me. I couldn't remember who that was so i looked through their page and recognized a lot of the titles but had to look through comments to see if there was one addressing them by name. Turns out it's her. It's Jazzy. I dunno why that was such a shock to me. Well, the comment reads, "teehees. danny, danny, danny. you are amazing." (2005-05-10)

“nothing”

Caught between the lines of something and nothing.

Not knowing,

Yet knowing so well.

I know what is,

What was,

And what will.

Yet I know nothing at all.

If there is nothing to know,

Then we already know everything.

Do you really need anything?

Necessities are only things you need based on other things,

Which are based on others,

Which lead to nothing,

No reason,

No purpose.

No motive to have anything

To do anything,

For anything at all.

But something keeps us going,

Drives us.

Find it.

And feel the pain that true wisdom brings.

So what is there to know?

Why?

There’s no amusement in already knowing,

Only in the pleasure of finding out,

Discovering.

What is this....

....reality?

How can you prove that it’s real?

That you’re real,

Pure,

And true.

You can't.

What is human?

Another part of reality?

NO.

Just some made up data.

By...

...humans?

Am I real?

I don't know.

But I know my "thoughts" are

Feelings?

Maybe.

Pain

Pleasure

Anger

Sorrow

Joy

Courage

Numbness

Sadness

Despair

Love

Hate

Fear

Yes.

They are there,

Real.

But what are they really?

But fear,

Why are we?

Or I,

Afraid of these things?

Things that appear in a certain way tells nothing about being something to “feared”

Whether it’s good or bad.

So why do we fear?

Pain or Pleasure?

Love or hate?

Anger or sorrow?

Despair or joy?

Is either good or bad?

Good and bad.

More nothingness thought up by us humans,

If you,

Or we,

Really exist.

Simple words based on actions, or behaviors,

Based on others,

Ending with nothing,

So there isn’t really any good or bad.

Life?

Is it real?

What is its purpose?

How?

What is it?

What about death?

Not the opposite of life.

Life is not its opposite,

Birth is.

Or is it not?

Is it really the end?

Or possibly only the beginning.

Or just the next step,

Toward wherever we go.

To uncover the past?

Our true origin.

Should it really be feared?

How do I know it is real?

If I don’t know if anyone else is.

Others have “died”

But I haven’t.

Where do we go when we die?

Or what happens?

Does anything?

Time?

Does it hold meaning?

Or could this be false too?

When?

Is anything real?

Or is it all an illusion?

I don't know.

And if I know anything,

It's that there is no way that I do.

Where?

Can you be sure you're really there?

No.

You.

Are you real?

How can I be sure?

How can YOU?

Take a moment to think about all of this.

So,

When you say you understand,

How can you really?

You can't.

I can’t either.

But at the same time I understand perfectly.

So,

Could you?

I understand,

But I still keep learning.

There’s always more to know.

You can never know too much.

Don't rely on this "world"

It might not be real.

But if the rest of you are real,

I write this for you,

But if not,

I write it for myself.

So tell me,

Do you believe?

Yes?

No?

Tell me...

...why?

What is your reasoning?

Because I do not believe.

I do not believe it true,

Nor false.

I believe nothing.

So tell me,

Do you?

-Daniel Piccirillo

  

Here's another one. Modified Mon 09 Feb 2004 06:02:30 PM EST

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1547823/1/Dangling_Souls (3-10-04)

The only review is by Sat Hari, who's titles i recognized and i was pretty sure was Robin, but i went through the reviews just to make sure. Yeah, it's Robin. She said, "WHYY are you so good? lol...no, really, this is a really really good poem, and i never thought of..well, anything...that way. tres bien...wish i could be more like you...ah well i'll get over it in time" (2005-01-14)

As i looked through the comments, i saw that i had left a bunch that weren't very supporting. Saying things like what's the significance of this (seemingly conndescendingly) or saying that something doesn't make sense or something doesn't flow. Even though she's the one that could write and i couldn't.

Dangling Souls

They are computers programmed to a reality.

Too attached to this world.

Minds caught on fish hooks,

Only to ask themselves what they have accomplished in the end,

And only the truly wise know no nothing.

Trapped souls.

Hearts gone to greed.

Overcome by corruption.

Thoughts of wrongdoing.

They hang by their necks,

Dangling in this dream,

Only to awaken dead.

Entities of no one,

Remaining in our minds.

We all have something in common.

One thing is the same in everyone.

In the ways that we think.

You may not feel it but its there.

It’s in all of us.

Dangling by rope swaying in breeze,

To soaring in violent wind.

So unaware of what is really possible.

Trapped in the box of reality.

Unable to breach the fine walls of the prison.

Weak minds caged.

Imagination frees.

Hanging burning out coals.

Dangling souls.

Dangling souls. 

  

So i think it's about time i end this post for no other reason than length. I wasn't very good at poetry because it was all so shallow. I never asked questions about what something represents, etc. All i had was raw ideas and concepts and random combinations of words that i thought were cool. I guess i've always had trouble expressing things through language. I guess that's why it comes out robotic and awkward. I still don't think that makes me any less of a romantic though. Robin said (recently) that she was and i wasn't.  

My profile: http://www.fictionpress.com/~s0ulflame

Or at least that's the one without all the mushy ones about Jazzy.
I've been a member since 03-10-04 and my id is 401695. I published 26 stories (poems), filed under the categories Life, General, Love, and Nature. 

For the record, it reads, 

Hey, my namez Danny. I'm 14 and I live in Newton, Massachusetts. Iscrew aroundon the computer all the time and I love talking to my friends. Feel free to email or IM me anytime. My email is danny (dot) piccirillo(at) gmail (dot) com

Anyone interested in gmail i have 50invites left!! More info on what gmail is available at gmail.com. If you would like an invite you may email me.

CHECK MY FAVORITE AUTHORS LIST FOR GOOD STUFF

My poems about past love, are under the penname SilentHeartBeat, Used ID: 401730

When reviewing poems:

- read authors profile
- check out thier fav. authors and stories
- dont just read one poem and say the writer is bad
- read summaries etc. if available, they're short and might fill you in on some helpful info about the pice
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I havent written anything in a REALLY long time sorry everyone