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Splinter


Author: Magnolia Steele
ASL Info:    30/female/Northwest CA
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I thought of this a few hours ago. I was happy to come up with this for I've been working on it for weeks in my mind! I hope you all enjoy my hard mental work on this one. lol.


Splinter



Just underneath the surface...I feel you.

Like a splinter
caught in my finger
barely there
to the human eye
but I know you are
pricking my thoughts
somehow creating this
stinging sensation of pain
that won't go away
unless I pluck you out
from my subconscience
or just grow numb
to the way you are
wedging your way
between me and sanity
and allow a thick skin
of indifference to settle over
whatever feelings
I may have left for you.




Submitted on 2006-05-22 17:04:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  or just grow numb
to the way you are

      Excellent. Never have I seen something written so well about a little prick (take that how you will). Everything that has been said is redefined in this one I think: Cold hearts, not caring, little to no understanding or perception of others' feelings. Although, when all these unseens go for too long you have to develop a way to cope with them one way or another.
      This is where the poem begs the question: pluck or not to pluck. Sometimes I get splinters that are just too deep to try to bother to dig them out. Sometimes they don't hurt so bad so I let them sit...little black subterranean vessels nestled in next to my blood vessels. It's like a visual graveyard if you think about it: splinters coming from pieces of wood that had already been detatched from life. Sometimes you have to have things burried in order to forget about them.
      I liked this one. My favorite line(s) is above.
| Posted on 2006-09-23 00:00:00 | by rouge wave | [ Reply to This ]
  I really like this idea and I appreciate your hard working mental input into this poem..
I'm really going to doubt my ability to comment,
wait! I got something to say:
The italics you used with 'I', is nice, but now it looks like it sticks to the next word, maybe consider an extra space or something?
Anyway, this was a nice job Maggie,

Janneke
| Posted on 2006-05-25 00:00:00 | by Darth Zeus | [ Reply to This ]
  Very nice Mags, very nice. Really like the idea behind this Mags. I have to agree with Graeme Mags, you are really having a ton of ideas lately and its like your a machine or something.

But anyway, pretty decent write. Really liked the tone.

Keep up the good work my friend
and take care

Later
Jason
| Posted on 2006-05-23 00:00:00 | by Departed One | [ Reply to This ]
  Nice idea Maggie, you sure are getting heaps of 'em lately.

I see you're making good use of the italics skills, thay can make a difference to a piece with the emphasis, so well done.

I think the two "there's" could be improved on, as well as the two "away's" otherwise, I liked the constant run of this, like a great big long sentence.

Neat, smicky it a touch and it'll be great!

be happy

Graeme
| Posted on 2006-05-22 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
  A nice allusion, and one that I haven't heard before. However, to be rather honest, I think it needs revising, since it neither feels frilly, nor natural. To be honest, it sounds like you forced several of the lines. Especially in the following two sets:

"that won't go away
unless I pluck you away
from my subconscience "

First off, can you pluck something away, or would you pluck it from or out of...Don't know, but contextually it seems forced to me.

"barely there
to the human eye
but I know you are there "

This particular set of lines seems equally out of synch, I think that you may want to consider rewording the line "barely there" it sounds like you couldn't finde any better way to say it, so you settled with something slightly less than what you were looking for.


Anyhow, you have a wonderful idea on this one, but, it sounded halfway like you wanted it to be visual, and halfway nonchalant, which strikes me as detrimental. That's what I have for you on this one. Salaam.
| Posted on 2006-05-22 00:00:00 | by Rastine Aristat | [ Reply to This ]
  ahh this makes me think of those people i depend on. bad, nasty habit. but the splinter is all of them, reminding me that i have no independence. wooooooo. very nice write. you're very talented, of course you already know that. : )
take care
birdy
| Posted on 2006-07-10 00:00:00 | by birdy5005 | [ Reply to This ]
  pricking my thoughts

unless I pluck you out
from my subconscience

wedging your way
between me and sanity
and allow a thick skin
of indifference to settle over
whatever feelings
I may have left for you.

those lines are all amazing. u made this person exactly like a splinter. it's usually just a small inconvenience but if u have one, u can't get it out of ur mind. ur always aware of it. this is definitely going on my fave list
| Posted on 2006-06-18 00:00:00 | by unknown soldier | [ Reply to This ]


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