Teen Poetry #7 |
i am nothing |
beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
I believe this is a different style than a lot of people are used to. oh, daddy, hold me again like when i was little oh, daddy remember the sunsets your big and calloused hands grasping firmly, lovingly my small and tanned hands my fingers are thin and long and yours are thick and long enclosed around mine oh, daddy, watching me and i admire the colors blue and purple and pink and orange mixed into a pastel painting and the moon is coming, daddy! why is the moon shining, daddy, when i can still see the sun? oh, daddy, your answers are beautiful like a poet describing how the sun first talks to the moon before leaving and it doesn't even make sense but it is beautiful and i am beauiful as you admire me i am beautiful you tell me, daddy i am a butterfly and you are my cocoon because you made me i am yours and you will always protect me. but, daddy, you cannot protect me anymore my hands have GROWN, daddy and yours grasp not my thin fingers but only the cool, perspiring beer bottle poisoning your liver poisoning your motor functions poisoning your mind oh, daddy, you can NOT protect me anymore because i don't know how to grasp your hand because i grasp only your hidden beer bottles and throw them away praying to a god i don't believe in that you might be my daddy for just one day but you will never be my daddy again because i am not your beautiful baby anymore i am nothing nothing, you tell me swaying and smelling of stale whisky you are nothing i hear and i TRY, daddy but i am not smart like you were i cannot do the math in my head counting, multiplying, divinding i can't do it but i can smell on your breath the tragic waste of knowledge burned out by alcohol i am nothing my test reads the third letter of the alphabet screaming you are nothing with merely one letter screaming you are nothing with the stale whisky on your breath screaming oh, daddy, where are the sunsets why do i dream why do i think these beautiful thoughts painted with pastels that i buy cheap with babysitting money why do i draw these beautiful pictures why do i throw away your hidden alcohol oh, daddy, why did you leave me alone with the fading sun by emily. |
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the_girl_next_door Senior Member
since 2006-02-26
Posts 591USA |
BiC... Wow.. I love this.. And believe me.. many styles of poetry come through this. So express in any way you feel. I hope that you enjoy the site like I have.. This was a very emotional deep first post.. GREAT JOB!! WELCOME TO PASSIONS!!!! ~Heather~ Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. |
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Decaflame Senior Member
since 2001-05-11
Posts 1635 |
An excellent poem, Emily. Welcome to Passions! |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Hi Emily, What an amazing poem! Yet, an even more amazing first post. I must admit that I'm slightly jealous, my first post was rather rotten... lolz Welcome to piptalk! I hope you enjoy the site, it's always nice to see a new face around here. I'll be interested in seeing more of your poems in the near future if they are even half as good as this one! Thanks a bunch for sharing with us @-->--- |
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cherrys_rule Member
since 2006-03-18
Posts 442 |
Hey Emily, This was a beautiful poem. I hope to see more from you in the future. Also Welcome to Pip. You'll love it here. |
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bekahlekah45 Senior Member
since 2006-03-14
Posts 533 |
hey emily! welcome to pip! this was an amazing poem. it was very good and emotional...and sad...and just...YEAH if this really happened man im so sorry. this is so good..ahh i cant get over it! AWESOME job!! |
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electricxheart Member
since 2004-09-05
Posts 184far away from home. |
wow, this was AMAZING. i am speechless, so much emotion. i love it, keep writing. --kelly |
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beautyincalvary Member
since 2006-07-13
Posts 98 |
Thanks, guys. I appreicate it. And thanks for welcoming me! I am, however, looking for critique. Am I allowed to post this in the critique forum? |
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davidmerriman Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 123Dallas, TX |
the first stanza is ahead of the rest. after the first stanza the struggle to describe the distress and the emotion of the addiction lead into trite and forced language in comparison. i'd suggest keeping the same flow that sparked the first stanza and riding with it, and from this linguistic wave subtlely revealing the addiction. i rarely comment, so take this as a compliment. |
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