wow, wow, wow...well I know you wrote this a long time ago, but I just came across it and HAD To comment. What a sad thing huh? To be with a guy, but wanting with everything you are to be with someone else. To know that they aren't touching you with the same kind of love, and that his eyes and everything about him doesn't even come to close to comparing with the one you love. I loved the ending though...it was like you were saying..ya this guy doesn't compare to you at all..but he's here dammit. And I just..I really liked the sort of bitterness at the end, because that's real, and that's how it feels in a situation like that. I loved it. Great write. ~hailie~
Steph, I think this poem could use some polishing but the baseline is excellent. The feelings here definitely portray the bitterness in your title and your words speak loudly. Nothing can really compare to someone who is actually present in your life. Touching and holding you and just being there. The distress of wanting that someone to be someone else is such a painful conflict and I can relate to these words. A tough inner struggle to find happiness and fulfill needs at the same time is the message I get from this poem. And that is something so frustrating to feel. What you have here is really good and this poem could grow into something even more powerful with some added emotion and feelings. Maybe describe in more detail the inner conflict and the motivation that drives you to be with someone that only touches you at the surface. And lemme know if you add to this cause I would love to read it again if you add to it! Very nice beginning! Take care!
as i said when you showed me this idea i lived this the other night... it was so sad in a way... my only thing is that the person im so desperately missing (and it would seem more intensly just now) is never gonna be coming back... dead ppl dont make very good lovers... and a friend came over the other night... a friend with whom i have a very close and complex history with and yeah... blah blah blah... and while i felt so safe it was so heartbreaking coz he wasnt my boy... ugh! i dont know why i tell you this... i guess its to show you i know somewhat what this poem is about...
i like the changes you have made to this write... i really do... it has transformed from when i first read your idea and i really like the way you convey your message but just differently... thats really awesome chic...
the voice in this write is so sure and yet so shaky... hes no you but your not here... compromise? second best? or just loneliness or trying to move on not working so well... i dunno... this write could be a lot of things i guess...
i like the way you compare the two of them... the shallowness (that you feel) of 'him':
He's searching my shirt for something other than my heart.
that in turn highlights the idea that 'you' was more looking for love than whatever else girls hide down their tops... and even at the end... that his smile is nothing compared to the one your looking at now but almost the defeat that the one you wanna be seeing you cant for whatever reason...
i know this isnt very clear... reading it is like ripping stitches out of home made scars for me... its a lil too raw in my world but then... ugh! you said to me you need to talk about real feelings every now and then and this is too real to not be... if ya wanna talk more about stuff you know where i am...
asi told you the other day im not at home right now but when i do get home ill give you my MSN messenger addy and we can talk or something... only if ya want like...
im really impressed with the form this poem took on... i really like it chic... take care of you!
Sometimes its not the lines, but what is written between the lines. That's the case here. This was very well done, entailing a lot in very few words. The brevity of the poem adds to the depth and leaves the reader inserting the unseen words. I believe a typo in the very first word, other then that, I think it stands on its own. Thought provoking and a reminder that we've all been there. Carol
this kinda hurts, cause all i can see is my girlfriend being ravaged by some dude, and it makes me...see red...like the song. the last line...more than can be said for you, something that hurts me, AAGGHH! lol...it's alright, my girl loves me, and soon i'll be ravaging her! i liked the shortness and the powerful feelings here. good job steph.
Wow, short and sweet. i think the piece is very good. It's short and straight to the point. That emptiness of not having one person that is in your heart and replaced by a grappling boy like most of us boys are. Is an idea that not many women will admit aloud. I really enjoyed the piece and i know what it feels like to not be with the one but somehow to have just someone is sometimes better than no one.
I think you've got to try a little harder with this one. I've read a few 'He's not you' poems on es and some are better then others. It seems a good idea to try and stay away from 'me' 'my' and 'I' as much as possible if you can. Your first stanza is I, I, I, I, and your second stanza is my, my, my, my. Not terrible but it could be better I think. Don't let me discourage you, I'm just another scribbler on the sight and you need to satify yourself first. Diamond Dan
The eternal struggle continues between unrequited love and the unfulfilling but available substitute. You sound like you've snagged (or been snagged) by someone who adores your vulnerability, revels in your flesh and hardly knows you. The last two lines betray the bitterness you feel toward someone who didn't shower you with the same attention you offered them. Actually, this is a straightforward beginning to emotions that should be explored further in a longer version sometime in the future.
finally finally finally... lol... talk about bad timing, but tis time i'm gonna comment. for sure i am!
well i really liked this one to tell you the truth. you always need some physical touch. emotional love is just not enough. i have so many favourite lines in this. and this is a short poem by itself. that definitely makes the whole poem a fvourite!
smiles cannot compare but his lips are here and that's more than can be said for you
that part was the best. it's so mean, but so sad at the same time. you can't help but betray the person you love, because they're never there for you.