Open Poetry #7 |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I've gotten lost in my srife. I'm drowning in my life. Let me strip it away, if for no other reason, then to make it through today. I'm seperate from you all, trapped behind this damn wall. I know not what to do. I wish I could sleep inside of you. You sit cloaked in perfection, but I know your true intention. Your confused and don't know why, blood seems to rain from the sky. It's starting all over again. I am just where you've been, or maybe you are just where I am. It's all destroying this blessed damn, that seperates good from evil, right from normal, truth from reality. Now you're getting bogged down in irrationality. You'd sell your soul for a dime, everything is starting over one more time. There is something inside me and I know it's good, but understanding is misunderstood. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I've gotten lost in my srife. I'm drowning in my life. Let me strip it away, if for no other reason, then to make it through today. I'm seperate from you all, trapped behind this damn wall. I know not what to do. I wish I could sleep inside of you. --------------- this is VERY well written.. the rhyme flows smoothly you went deep for the emotions of this. well expressed depression my friend. they would love this over in Dark Passions. take care, jm |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I don't think you're the only one behind that wall...Turn your attentions more to your surroundings, and you will see that. Nice poetry. It conveys a thoughtful message. Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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forne_marin Member
since 2004-04-13
Posts 140Spartanburg, South Carolina |
First on technique: You did really well on the meter on this one. There are a few lines that need work, but by and large it rumbles along quite well. You misspelled strife, but that's just a typo. As for the emotional punch of the poem, it's all very good. You have emphazised the cyclical nature of things very well. I very much liked the image, especailly since you did such a good job with the meter. You feel like you're on a lyrical roller coaster. "It's all destroying this blessed damn,/that seperates good from evil,/right from normal,/truth from reality." That is a very powerful few lines, especailly "right from normal". That was my favorite line. |
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