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Shattered glass
Cutting barefeet
I know this feeling...
Pain of the past
Is all that lives
I remember this...
Seat rolls in beads
Heat dares to kill
It's so familiar...
Time flies, yet won't
Move forward, now
Is this even reality...?
Upon the distance
The sign rises above
'We end were we begin'
"Welcome to Hell"
It reads to all
I'm home again
Cutting barefeet
I know this feeling...
Pain of the past
Is all that lives
I remember this...
Seat rolls in beads
Heat dares to kill
It's so familiar...
Time flies, yet won't
Move forward, now
Is this even reality...?
Upon the distance
The sign rises above
'We end were we begin'
"Welcome to Hell"
It reads to all
I'm home again
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
xX Phase One Xx Chapter One
You know those days where you wake up and think, 'Today is going to be fricking great'? Yeah. This was one of those days.
A few minutes ago was probably the first time ever that I didn't mind waking up at six-thirty in the morning to go to the crappiest high school in Los Angelos. Deep Cover blasted from my 90s-style alarm clock, and I slapped it without breaking off the top for once. I never get tired of that song, even if I do hear the chorus pretty much every morning. Hard to believe that song came out almost 175 years ago.
I also realized that I really need a haircut. My blonde hair was starting to get in my eyes, which really annoys me
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I Suppose She Knows
I suppose she knows
How my love grows.
But, suppose she does not
Then, to tell her would mean a lot.
Supposing she knows,
No more words need said.
Yet, doubts and fears
Creep in one's head.
A simple reminder
Might seem so trite.
To the one I adore
With all my might.
How do you explain
To one so broken,
That your love remains
If the words aren't spoken?
I've loved you Jenny
Through all these years
Through all your tears
And all your fears.
My love abides
On this present day
I hope it helps
You find your way.
And on this day
I pledge to you
That my love will remain
Steadfast and true.
You are still the one
I wish to hold
As time goes by
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Partially inspired by a deviant who will probably know he is.
Also partially inspired by another poem that I don't remember the title of... (And I'm kind of too lazy to go search for it...)
Also partially inspired by another poem that I don't remember the title of... (And I'm kind of too lazy to go search for it...)
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Vision
Originality
Technique
Impact
My thoughts...
How could something that is supposed to be a safe haven be ironic. Humans tend to forget that home can be just like hell at times. Then again, those who know this have experienced this at some point in their lives. As a result, they tend to not trust safe havens again.
This poem makes me think of Mockingjay when Katniss arrives to District 12 to see what exactly happened in person. Like he/ she in the poem, she is having a difficult time grasping this and wrapping her head around it. In many ways, I can see her having these sort of thoughts, since she thought this was all a dream.
This leads me to my next point. When we face our past, we tend to think if this is happening. You want to believe that it is a dream, since the past is sometimes something you want to avoid. Then, you get a hit of realization that you are here, reliving the dreaded past. You must come to accept it, since you want to learn from the mistake of not coming to terms with it.
With acceptance comes healing, which is something that everyone needs. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/>
What I liked...
I first and foremost want to say.... THE VISION WAS FABULOUS! I had a clear, vivid picture when I was reading this. The choice of words helps!
For the originality, you already know this, but it wasn't the most original poem. Although I like the symbolism, I know it is a common 'object' to use. But, I have to say, you did a nice job at using it. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=" (Big Grin)"/>
The technique was great. It was a smart idea to include the thoughts in it, especially the quote near the end. It added to the meaning, which is even better!
As for the impact... you did a fine job. You know how to make it better. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/>
Overall, a great poem that was worthy of my time to read.