last nite.

Author: caster ASL Info:    31.M.MO Elite Ratio:    3.34 - 136 /280 /161 Words: 59

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last nite.

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he staggers, like he sometimes does without her. not a crutch; aconstantheart he trusts her beat to balance him. hand on the wall, fingernails searching eyes stung, head spun; sleephasn’tfoundhim he trusted her breath to rock-a-bye him. knees buckling, like he is without her. hands shaken; hepraysforherhappiness he trusted himself to love her soul.

Submitted on 2010-02-12 13:26:55     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I found this by just clicking through other people's submissions and whatever. I didn't leave any comments because it either didn't strike a chord in me or I felt that I am really no one to be critiquing someone's art... But there is something about your stuff that I can really relate to. You have a lot of submissions but if I ever have the time I wish I could read all of them. Some of your stuff sounds like it just goes with some of the music I listen to. I also noticed that a lot of your titles seem to be taken from other things or inspired by them. This in particular kind of hurts to read. Like I know where you've been... It has this kind of echo-y feel to it. Like I'm screaming down an empty hallway, won't you stay? I don't know how to describe. Very nice though. You should write more. -ophelia-

| Posted on 2010-04-20 00:00:00 | by opheliasank | [ Reply to This ]

Sometimes love is the strongest drug available... this gives off that junkie-shake surge of need which I find raw-honest. Very well done. I don't mind "soul" but it's predictable... I think maybe that's what they meant in those comments below. Predictable isn't bad, but something uncommon would clinch it. I guess my next question would be unrelated to the poetry, and just curiosity in general: Who the hell would name their son Keegan?

| Posted on 2010-04-18 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ]

lop soul off the end, and then count me in as a ditto for what isabella said, this is gentle and full of thought, deep and moodless as summer.

| Posted on 2010-02-13 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]

It's not bad, the words aren't terrible as a whole. I liked it, for the most part, and disregarding form, meter, and structure. I'd give you advice, and help you make this a better piece through the wonders of modern english, but you don't want that. So... I've got nothing else. Keep writing. -Keegan Ryan Gilmore

| Posted on 2010-02-12 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]

you know, this is achy in that - god, it's so damn empty here without you. when you feel all of your purpose has been sucked out. all the light. all the love. like all the othersideofmeness has somehow been severed and you feel lost without that touch of something that makes your days worth breathing. and it's not in a needy way. more like: he trusted himself to love her soul. kind of way.

| Posted on 2010-02-12 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ]

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