Anatomy of a Heart
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My life, oh what fun!
Anatomy of a Heart
My heart's a bloodstained wreck Like a bird with a severed neck Fragile bones, donned with lace Disposable life, out of place These blackened heartstrings Are as hard diamond rings Shattered; fallen to the floor Beautiful; but nevermore Rusty nails driven in Reconcile for worthless sin When Death come calling at your door There's no one to love you, anymore Masses of bruises, black and blue Here still fresh, there, a fainter hue With every fucking insult reaped It's one less tear to ever weeped Because now i'm so filled with hate Once again, kindness came too late I want so badly to be in control But this fucking world has taken its toll A fresh cut here, a brand new wound You're killing me, unto my doom With every gash is a newborn stitch Just scabs we pick at when they itch Hold my heart like a hand grenade A sham of love, a bloody charade Sores fail to make me stronger Praying this heart beats no longer Like dejected angels we fall Like broken soldiers we crawl Our hearts are barely beating This war...so defeating Torn in shreds, torn apart Drive a stake through my heart Blame me., for what I believe Shame me, for I'll just decieve The heart holds the memories But it failed to save to reveries; That get me through each day Without them.... The borderline.... Inside my mind.... Begins to.... f r a y.......... |
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| Hello. awesome poem. Dont exactly know what all to say that hasnt been said already. your pain and torment..the saddness all shows greatly. It flows and rymes really well, you can just read it and images of whats going on just flow in your head. If u dont mind im going to put it on my favorites. Love the picture on your profile also. ^_^ *star* | Posted on 2006-05-30 00:00:00 | by star goddess | [ Reply to This ] | Hah, nice angst, first good anst I've read in awhile seeing as the last poem I read was 2 weeks ago. Your poem has a good concept and I like the line flow and the imagery was great. Your rhyming threw it off, at times it was forced and at others good. But that's jsut the curse with rhyming. The poem was great, and I like the stanza structure. Just your rhyming was the only thing I didn't like in some areas mostly the beggining and some in the end. Great Job on this, it's going on my faves. | Well talk to ya Later Paco the Poet of Arson | Posted on 2006-05-04 00:00:00 | by Flamequill | [ Reply to This ] | Ok, i love the beginning, its like a someone just grabs your neck and makes you read it. This is one of the best intros to a poem that i've read i really like it. I love the bloody imagery too like | "a bird with a severed neck" that is so original and descriptive. awesome right there. There are many more lines that fit in with your bloody tone and are original but i just wanted to point that one out. One thing though that feels funny is the cussing, i dont have anything against it, but it just seems out of place here, your tone doesn't really match one for cussing and kinda makes the poem start to feel a little more complaining. That's just what i think, but other than that, i loved your similes and descriptions and bloody pictures that you painted in my head Peace, Faith | Posted on 2006-04-29 00:00:00 | by Faith_Disease | [ Reply to This ] | Wow, this was really neat. Unlike anything I've read before. I really liked it. However, we cannot trust this world or be content within it (though there's no way possible to) we need to trust in God. | Kris | Posted on 2006-07-07 00:00:00 | by Raindrops | [ Reply to This ] | well alot of what i wanted to said has been said...so there no need to put it. i liked it though your scheme is good and it flows well. | and i could really feel your pain it seeped out through the words. and overall well...it was good. its sad and full of suffering and it brings many images to mind like the first line with the brid, all the blood and such so you did a good job. keep it up ....hahaha..... | Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by ira | [ Reply to This ] | After seeing your thoughts on the forums, I thought I had better check out your work. | This is emotional and painful as hell. I think you've done a good job of expressing the turmoil and the futility felt in someone's life (yours?). You've asked for a serious critique in a PM so here goes: You've chosen a simple AA rhyme scheme, which is working, but it adds a level of difficulty in being consistent. The other typical weak spot of simple rhyme is lightness, which would kill this piece, but you've already avoided that well. I'll mix in thoughts inline. There's a lot here, but take it with a grain of salt. It's YOUR piece and should stay that way. My heart's a bloodstained wreck Like a bird with a severed neck Fragile >BONES<(typo), donned with lace Disposable life, out of place These blackened heartstrings Remind you of diamond rings You've added a person (you) here. Plus, I'm unclear how the heartstrings and diamond rings fit together. Shattered; fallen to the floor Beautiful; but nevermore Rusty nails driven in Reconcile for worthless sin When Death's >COMES CALLING< (better rhythm?)at your door There's no one to love you, anymore Beating strong at times of new A fresh bruise, black and blue This one seems forced. Maybe Masses of bruises, black and blue Here still fresh, there, a fainter hue With every fucking insult you reap It's one less tear I'll ever weep Your pronouns aren't agreeing here. If it's a first person story, then they should both be I. Otherwise both you. Alternatively, you could leave them out altogether "With every fucking insult to reap It's one less tear alive to weep" Because now i'm so filled with hate Once again, kindness came too late I want so badly to be in control But this fucking world has taken its >TOLL< (sp) A fresh cut >HERE< (flow, also makes it more personal), a brand new wound You're killing me, unto my doom With every gash is a newborn stitch Just scabs we pick at >WHEN THEY< (flow) itch Hold my heart like a hand grenade Pretend love, a bloody >CHARADE< (sp) Pretend isn't really working for me. Maybe "invented" or "A sham of" These sores fail to make me stronger Can't wait 'til this heart beats no longer Seems a bit forced maybe: "These sores fail to make me strong The wait for the end, it seems so long" Well, maybe, I'm worse LOL You change your meter pretty dramatically here. I think you should offset that somehow. Maybe with leading spaces or just a couple of blank lines. Something to tell us that you're in charge of this poem and you're changing it HERE. Like dejected angels we fall Like broken soldiers we crawl Our hearts >< barely beating This war, >IT's< defeating Torn in shreds, torn apart Drive a stake through my heart Blame me >FOR< iwhat I believe Shame me, for I'll just decieve It holds the dispicable memories But it failed to save to reveries; I'm not quite sure what "it" is That get me through each day Without them, the borderline inside my mind Begins to fray This last bit breaks the pattern and I like that, but I think you can do more with it. It really sounds like you're just about to lose your mind. Hmmm. Maybe: It holds dispicable memories It failed to save to reveries; That get me through each day Without them... the borderline inside my mind... Begins ... to f r a y Hope this helps,  Steve | Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by Lost Sheep | [ Reply to This ] | Well, it's an oft-covered topic, but the imagery was more sophisticated than most poems in this vein. So I'm not sure where I stand on this one. I do know, however, that I loved the opening--"My heart's a bloodstained wreck/like a bird with a severed neck." | I think it would flow better if you put a semicolon after 'wreck' and took out 'like.' But that's just my opinion. -Later Days- Mel | Posted on 2006-04-28 00:00:00 | by Melora | [ Reply to This ] | this poem is screaming with emotion and longing to love. Well i will love you then b/c i believe every one needs love no matter from who. And some has to be crazy if they dont love that emotional burst in the beginning. | " My heart's a bloodstained wreck Like a bird with a severed neck" bea-U- Ti- Ful and thanks for adding my "busted" poem to your fav. much thank n love Shelby | Posted on 2006-06-13 00:00:00 | by sravenlyn | [ Reply to This ] | the whole thing has an angry gory sort of feeling to it, i love it! it makes you think of more than just the cliché of it all *the whole cutting/i dont want to live thing* and think of what the physical body feels when you're going through stuff like that. most people focus on what it does to your emotions, and this poem could go either way, the gory-ness of it all just brings the pain *physical* factor into it, and the angry words and the semi-quick beat of it make you feel beaten down like, physically. keep it up! | | Posted on 2006-07-19 00:00:00 | by whispered_chaos | [ Reply to This ] | |
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