Description: I'd rather you tell me what you get...even though I believe the message is rather self explanatory, and a little different writing then what I usually do.
Comments would be greatly appreciated...
:.Death From a Sparkle.: -------------------------------------------
Drag a Palm to your head
Cake concrete in these lungs
inhaling the crystals of
a lie as eyes sparkle
with static venom
You're not my star up in the sky
That special sparkle as I die
Let this mistake
bring a painful crystal
to your eyes
While I drain your fluid
--from gravel lungs
Your eyes
don't shine
They lay down to the ground
as blades of whispering grass
cut through them so small
with a steady grow
Whatever became of the heart
made of (organ) tissue?
Not the fake stone you portray
plastered against my ribs
Put this blade to the wrist
and help me end what makes you
a prolonged black and white.
i like this a lot. i like the detail you put into it. the thought.
Whatever became of the heart
made of (organ) tissue?
Not the fake stone you portray
plastered against my ribs
i think this is my favorite line. good work. sometimes you have to remind the ones you love that you have feelings to. and you bleed just like anyone else. i really like the title. it made me think of a piece of shiny glitter floating in the air. all the edges are sharp but it still looks so pretty. and you love it and let in in you cheast to float around your heart and one day it gets too close and the sharp edges tear a hole in your soul causing deal, if not mortally than immortally and you are still only a human. continue to write. i enjoy your work.
okay yeah. wordslinger p*sseses me off. sorry that you have something against people who are depressed, you obviously have not been to that critical point yet. honestly-- keeping it inside is the WORST possible thing to do. ever. i did it and it just makes things worse because then it turns out to be your only outlet for any real emotion. pleasure, pain, pride, and guilt.
i don't care if you really do cut, and i won't judge you for it. hell, i used to write about my friends who cut themselves because it hurt me so much to see them so suicical. i guess thats what happens when 2 people in your 8th grade class ill themselves, though.
i wouldn't think that you have to have (organ) most people already know what you mean. if you wanted to clarify this id replace it with something like made of flesh, but thats just me. im a little weirdo who is going to writing class withdrawl. (i dont have any for the rest of the year!!!!!!!) lol
the pictures that you painted in my head were phenomenal, but the last stanza i had a difficult time attaching to the rest of the piece. where did this black and white come from? yes, blood would bring in color to black and white, like the heart, but prolonged? it's a good adjective, lol, but i really don't know what it has to do with this.
im having to reach through to the corners of my mind to connect it, but maybe thats what you're wanting of the reader. i don't know, mainly because im not you but also because i haven't responded to many peoples pieces lately. sadly enough...
there was emotion, yet i could feel how you had to distance yourself from the situation in order to capture both sides. you did a very god job of that. thanks for the provocation of my thoughts and the pictures this produced.
peace love and new found vegetarianism, =-=hillarie=-=
It was going good with the complex imagery I couldn't really understand the meaning of(Which I didn't really try either...I don't usually care what most poems are about because they don't strike me as particularly interesting, I just let myself ride the imagery roller coaster) And then came the cutting. Uhg. I am biased against cutting poems, because I think it only promotes cutting so other cowards who can't bring themselves to just end their own lives can baby it and just hurt themselves little and little because they can't just do us all a favor and either get some help and tell people their problems or kindly remove their genes from the gene pool. Not accusing you of cutting, but that just kinda killed it for me.
I could be totally wrong, but I believe you're talking about yourself being crushed (emotionally) by someone you loved and had the highest respect for. And I guess now that "sparkle" has become dim to you because they lied and your perception of them has shattered. Quite tragic if my interpretation is correct. And please let me know if I'm wrong or right.
Submission Name: :.Death From a Sparkle.:
