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Can we step through time and hope she learns that
1. She is her own, and
2. She is, sincerely, only hers.
She finds it funny. She can read and re-read your words until the repetition of it all drains the colors of her lips, and scrapes the gerunds and infinitives from her teeth, but unlike her own, your words are always beautiful.
1. She is her own, and
2. She is, sincerely, only hers.
She finds it funny. She can read and re-read your words until the repetition of it all drains the colors of her lips, and scrapes the gerunds and infinitives from her teeth, but unlike her own, your words are always beautiful.
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Life and Other Choices
When you talk to people on the train they all seem to tell you they're going home. Tonight on the number fifty-nine train to New Orleans I am not one of those people. I am leaving home. And I swear that someday I will never leave home without her again, but until that day I will spend my nights on the train explaining to people exactly why I can't sleep. And it's because I'm just that tired of leaving.
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(Yet to be Named)
The waiting room was filled with brightly colored walls covered in small images of butterflies. The healers claimed it was to have a soothing effect but to Brielle who felt caged, found it to be sickening and just a plain wrong. Beads of sweat dripped down her face for the fear of the unknown haunted her mind as she waited in a plastic chair for her name to be called.
She fidget in the hard uncomfortable chair dreading the moment when the nurse will walk through the creamy white door to come and collect her.
Her guardians assured her that the procedure will be painless and quick and she agreed to have it done at that moment. Now that she wa
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So What's Wrong?
I love art class, I really do.
I love to paint and draw and get amazing results.
But sometimes I can't help but not want to be there.
Sometimes, I hate it.
No one talks to me.
Then again, I have my headphones on.
No one knows me that well.
But, I seclude myself from everyone else.
It's really boring at times.
I never integrate myself in their conversation.
My teacher barely gives me criticism.
I don't ask a lot of questions either.
People tend to stay away from me.
Yet I always have this aura of not wanting to bothered around me.
When people pass by, I can feel their eyes on my back.
Their breath brush up behind my neck and on my s
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Its a pain to be discouraged by great writers. Shouldn't it be inspiring?
I fully intended on making this longer, but when I wrote that last sentence, I just felt like it ended.
All comment and critiques are appreciated.
Is the language too flowery or are there excess sentences/phrases?
Is this poetry cliche?
What mood did you find when reading this?
Did I find the right words? How is my vocabulary and word choice?
What is your interpretation of this poem?
On what aspect of my writing do you suggest I keep working?
If you liked this you might also like:
We, The Dead
Still Me
I fully intended on making this longer, but when I wrote that last sentence, I just felt like it ended.
All comment and critiques are appreciated.
Is the language too flowery or are there excess sentences/phrases?
Is this poetry cliche?
What mood did you find when reading this?
Did I find the right words? How is my vocabulary and word choice?
What is your interpretation of this poem?
On what aspect of my writing do you suggest I keep working?
If you liked this you might also like:
We, The Dead
Still Me
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Is the language too flowery or are there excess sentences/phrases? Is this poetry cliche?
- Not in the least. In fact I feel like there could have been more shebang put in the first half.
What mood did you find when reading this? What is your interpretation of this poem?
- I felt like this piece was about soul searching (as well as finding it and having it being found). I'm weird, so sue me.
Did I find the right words? How is my vocabulary and word choice?
- The first half can be further improved and your choice of words in the second half, delectable!
On what aspect of my writing do you suggest I keep working?
- Maybe try working on building momentum through a bit more length in your stories/poetry.
This piece is definitely a standout as it is something most (especially artists) can relate to. I love the pungency of your words at the second half.
Congratulations and salutations for many beautiful pieces!
- Not in the least. In fact I feel like there could have been more shebang put in the first half.
What mood did you find when reading this? What is your interpretation of this poem?
- I felt like this piece was about soul searching (as well as finding it and having it being found). I'm weird, so sue me.
Did I find the right words? How is my vocabulary and word choice?
- The first half can be further improved and your choice of words in the second half, delectable!
On what aspect of my writing do you suggest I keep working?
- Maybe try working on building momentum through a bit more length in your stories/poetry.
This piece is definitely a standout as it is something most (especially artists) can relate to. I love the pungency of your words at the second half.
Congratulations and salutations for many beautiful pieces!