Awake

Author: zhi wei ASL Info:    17, Male, Malaysia. Elite Ratio:    6.14 - 171 /203 /53 Words: 102

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Awake

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The weight above my eyelids has been lifted and the stillness of my slumber – stolen; not by disorder or disease consumed; not by caffeine but by a burden that rests so stubbornly, sleeping on my tired shoulders. It is much too troubling for these ears to hear perpetual silence of surrender on one end and on the other, never-ending notes that douse the air with deliberate noise. And as you continue to play in this one-sided orchestra; your disagreeing duet, the distress it designs will reserve itself a room to stay another night in this hopeless house, my weary mind.

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I liked this very much, it shows your frustration not only at your restlessness, but at it's cause. Perhaps a different title could suggest more of the theme than simply "Awake",--though I am at a loss as suggest anything else. I particulary liked the last part, which i might even suggest stand alone as separate strophe. "And as you continue to play in this one-sided orchestra; your disagreeing duet, the distress it designs will reserve itself a room to stay another night in this hopeless house, my weary mind" The thudding alliteration of the "D" words gives the suggestion of banging or steady jack-hammer noises, which emphasizes your discomfort . I suggest changing "disagreeing duet" however ( I find that awkward,--forced--somehow) to dissonant duet which is more in keeping with the symphony image you have going. You could alos dispense with the "And" at the begining of that section,--simply beginning with "As you---" The metaphor of a room reservation, the room or lodging being your own mind ,—was original and serves to underscore your building and ongoing distress over the arguing. You show that the clashing dissonance is experienced on more than one plane, and you don't rant and rail at the parents who cause this, but rather simply , and plaintively state your feeling. "will reserve itself a room for yetanother night in this hopeless house, my weary mind. This is quite good, and i feel it worth tweaking a bit to really let your emotions glare through the action. May you sleep better soon. Silver

| Posted on 2006-06-27 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]

extra thought to comments on "Awake": Maybe a more suitable title would be "Sleepless." Just a thought.

| Posted on 2006-06-27 00:00:00 | by IamYourTragedy | [ Reply to This ]

Oo oo I like this! It sort of sounds like your dealing with the same things I was in my poem "What I so Need the Most." You should give it a read: it's similiar. I really like this, and don't have anything to add onto what Silverdog already has said. I don't even think you need to really change anything actually. I like the "disagreeing" duet, it's far more original than dissonance, which would be a more used adjective for a dishamornous duet. Good write. I enjoyed it. Justin

| Posted on 2006-06-27 00:00:00 | by IamYourTragedy | [ Reply to This ]

first of all im sorry your world is the way it is... quarelling parents suck and no one should have to live like that... my prayers will be with you... i really appreciated this piece coz i have been there... you had almost articulated my experience in such a house hold... an experience that i have no managed to explore in my writings successfully without sounding cliché and without the paper finding itself in the bin... my mother was married to a drunk who would come home start a fight and then leave again... back to the pub for another drink to come home and start again... now... he thought he was doing the good thing by waiting til i had gone to bed to start yelling at my mother but im not sure coz i would be laying there paralysed by the fear that he would hit her (which he never did thank god) and i would be too useless to save her... i would be in physical pain and crippled by fear by their arguing every night... needless to say while school was an escape i didnt do too well there with school work or making friends... my world was just too crap to try with those normal 11yr old activities... i guess that was a really long way of saying i have shared this experience with you to some extent... i think its good that you are able to put it into words... i know it does nothing for your parents fighting but it will hopefully do something for you... like i said i am sorry that you have to live with quarelling but i pray that you are safe and loved in the midst of it... take care of you i hope sleep finds you soon...

| Posted on 2006-06-27 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]

I really love the way you personificate your burden, as if it is a living thing that puposely intrudes on your life. Though my burdens are different than yours, I can really relate to how it feels to try to sleep, but to have that one " stubborn" thing that haunts your mind. Your style was good, i like your music metaphor, it was interesting that you could compare someting as nasty and horrible as fighting to something as delicate and beautiful as music, and an orchestra none the less. Really liked your work, keep writin, and keep your chin up, one day you will be able to sleep.

| Posted on 2006-06-27 00:00:00 | by bleeding beauty | [ Reply to This ]

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