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did you mean to write a thanatopsis? eek

i notice that if you were to become famous, it would be interpreted this way. is that intentional, or is it meant to simply be about a pretty hilltop?

my advice- CALL it a thanatopsis and sell it twisted

they don't have to be sad- many are uplifting.

the first stanza could be the action of death, at peace and fading, from the light and wramth of life to the dark peace of death. the second could be a sort of transition, realization of death, the hill refering to a cemetary (most cemetaries are on hills to save the flat land for farming). the third could be a bit of regret at death, missing life, your last touch of grass before leaving into the unknown. "i will return again" could be the body returning to the earth through decomposition. the fourth could be a continuation of the worries and regrets, fears of there being no afterlife or other concerns someone close to or at death might experience. the second to last stanza could be like a resolution, the journey from living to death, nothing in life being a bother, falling into the grave, "sleeping calmly, soundly". the last stanze could refer to an afterlife, new adventures await and no earthly problems can hold you back.

if you write more and let people interpret something that means something to them, a lot. the real money is in royalties- whenever it shows up in an ad or on anything that makes money, YOU make money. you could also make a book of them, if you feel like writing that many.

I finished this a few minutes ago. (Is now addicted to posting hordes of poems because it's so awesome to express her thoughts this way) ninja

The Crashing Waves at Dawn...

On a cliff edge, on a mountain,
Near a million clashing waves,
Looking out into the sunset,
At the rocky ridges that they pave;

Such simple things like driftwood,
Are suddenly so beautiful,
When the sunlight shines upon them,
When their shapes come into view,

And I gaze into the sun,
The light reflecting in my eyes,
And I look into the ocean,
Such a magnificent disguise;
The tidal waves are dangerous,
The current swift and sharp,
Yet the image of the waters,
Seems as graceful as a harp,

I see cascading water dripping, running,
Falling to the ocean with a light, trickling sound...
But none care that it's beautiful;
"The current would pull them down."

If I could touch that water,
Wettening the rocks below it;
If I could hold a thousand waterfalls,
Inside my hand to show it;
To show them the beauty of the simple things around them...

Everyone would realise that their hopes aren't out of reach,
That their lives can be one piece again,
And "good years" aren't common lies preached;

Everyone could try to see things from a different point of view,
That life is meant for hope and optimism,
And maybe they'd feel like the whole world was brand new...

... If they could just learn how to swim,
When the current tugs them down,
Or avoid it clean and neatly,
When a small wave comes around...

So I ponder this thought, gazing back at the ocean,
The Sun is about to go down...
And I promise to make my life filled with laughter and joy,
When I feel a sharp tug, I won't drown.