Why I Write Poems

Why do I write poems?

Well, because life is a mystery. A mystery in which changes day by day. Because for every second we breathe and walk on this earth, the world around us changes, and that means we, the people also change. What I’m trying to say is, the world in which we live in can quickly change a person’s life. But don’t get me wrong, this change can either be good or bad. Thus, this leaves me with so many questions, in fact, my life revolves around questions, and what better way to express them than by writing a poem?

You see, I write poetry because I am a member of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion and love, but it’s also filled with pain and evil. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. And that is what I hope to share with you.

So it gives me if you will, the opportunity to express my feelings, to show you the truth, pain, life, and love that comes with it, and perhaps you can relate to it. In doing so, it reveals my stress, my conscience, my part, my life. I write only for the hearts mind and the mind’s heart, to hopefully climb the steps of imagination and conquer any given obstacle. And just maybe will I tell a compelling message that will impact you, in which may lead you to return for more mystery and nourishment for the heart, mind, and soul.

So in the end, I write poems because, to me, poetry is a gateway of imagination and storytelling. It shines a light and gives hope to those who read it. That’s why I write poems. To inspire, motivate, and educate people about our world and what lies beyond it, and to show you the beauty and passion that comes with it.

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

Finding Inspiration

I sit here thinking,
formulating sentences in my mind.
But none seem to come-

Next day, waking up I’m like “gosh!”
There seems to be some,
now I slowly close my eyes.

I will now let my heart and soul think,
transforming that energy into ink;
writing it down on a piece of paper.

But never will I fully understand-
Is it yet another creation in my yet dreamy mind,
Or is it something truly divine.

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

In response to yesterday’s prompt (paper).

NOTE: In a few weeks, I’ll be flying out to Vancouver, Montreal, and finally Fort Lauderdale. During my time there, I will be posting a bunch of travel related posts, so stay tuned for that.

By the way, I’m so grateful to have hit 100 followers! Thank you.

 

 

Relief

You can’t find relief…
In reasons non existent;
In predicaments ill-explained.

There’s no relief.
In trying to peer over lofty walls.
With feet on tiptoes,
and necks sorely craned.

Relief isn’t found…
In wishing upon droplets
that explode as they meet the ground.
Everytime it thundered,
and then rained.

Relief is in the trove
when the heart lets go.
To acknowledge the mistake,
to move on…
And commit fully to the lesson gained.

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

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Belief In What?

It takes just two people to bring the world
to ruin. So goes the history of love.
At the end of the day, we tally the casualties
of war, a victory for the one who gets wounded the least.

You say it’s time for a change
but I don’t know to what end, change being
just the skin of some incandescent creature
whose grotesque beauty is what we adore, whom some people call love, whom we
venerate because it consumes us, slim pickings
for its huge soul.

My people say, don’t look
or you’ll go blind. You say the end was always just around the bend. I say all we have
is unconditional surrender to the future.

So unreliable is the past that I feel compelled
to leave unmourned the blind, relentless loves that may have scorched into our hearts
the way the saints accepted stigmata.

But I’ve heard the world’s never going to end.
I’ve heard it will go on and on, and we will live forever, our lives
not worth a footnote, our grandest schemes no more than feeble whispers, all memory
shifting like the continental plates.

In the future,
all science will finally come around; genetic
engineering, I’ve been told, will be all the rage,

and we will be a super race in a world
infallibly perfected, where trains run on time,
love never dies, and hope can be purchased
by the pound. It’s called immortalization of the cell lines.

But it’s insanity, in fact, it’s frivolous
The truth is, we are not immortal,
we will never be, so we must decide for ourselves
to either believe crazy or the truth..

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

One Lovely Blog Award

First off, I would like to thank my friend Riya for this award! Do check out her blog.

Rules

  1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  4. Nominate 15 people to do the award!

Facts about me (more…)

  1. I love biology.
  2. I play tennis.
  3. I would love to travel to an African country.
  4. I love Apple products.
  5. I love macaroons.
  6. I strongly care about our world’s natural wonders.
  7. I have a photographic memory.

Well, those were some new facts about me that were not previously said.

Nominees:

  1. Nemo
  2. Alicia
  3. Hussein
  4. Alisha
  5. Alyssa

I know I nominated five people, but I also nominate all my followers and anybody reading this!

I haven’t been blogging for the past week due to my exams, but now since I’m finished, I will continue to blog every two days or so.

New post coming out tomorrow!

As always, I hope you’re having a blessed day!

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard

The True Importance of Literature

Today, there are too many people who believe that literature is simply not relevant or underestimate its abilities to stand the test of time and give us great knowledge. But to me, however, literature serves as a gateway to learning about the past and expanding my knowledge and understanding of the world.

All literature, whether it be poems, essays, novels, or short stories, helps us address human nature and conditions which affect all people. We need literature to connect with our own humanity. It provides growth, strengthens our minds and gives us the ability to think outside the box.

The “human condition” is an important part of our understanding of literature. Literary critics often label a piece of writing as literature – and not pulp fiction – if it tries to describe this “human condition.” Essentially, the discussion of the human condition is any thematic concern about human nature, human society or how we live our lives. In other words, it’s about the fundamental issues of human existence. One of literature’s central concerns is to comment on these issues; it might be better at it than psychology or philosophy!

The aspect of literature can show many forms of the human person, and in this case, human greatness would be a significant characteristic of the human person, which can be demonstrated in many ways. It can be shown through courage, virtue, happiness, as well as conquering obstacles in order to fulfill one’s destiny. But I find it is important to understand that literature truly unlocks the culture of the time period, and in a way can give wisdom to the modern society about life. It allows us to interpret our life and emotions and find ways to relate to the story so we, in turn, can reflect. Most importantly, it is a form of entertainment and allows people to use their imagination to visualize the story within their own mind.

All in all, I find the real point of literature is the story of life, and all people want to do is to connect to other human beings, so they find meaning in their own life, finding their own truths. This is how literature can show universal truths about the human person.

© Benjamin Lessard – TheBenLessard