There’s good and bad in every individual; a birthright of mankind. Typically, the good is shouted, written and sung, while the bad loiters invisibly in plain sight. It’s not until we, as people, are drawn up close and personal to it, does the horrors of life claim a face for us to see. Well done!
There’s good and bad in every individual; a birthright of mankind. Typically, the good is shouted, written and sung, while the bad loiters invisibly in plain sight. It’s not until we, as people, are drawn up close and personal to it, does the horrors of life claim a face for us to see. Well done!
This is awesome!! And I love it, but I'm not in the reviewing mood [which is why I havent been reviewing anyone for the past days] so I dont know what else to say besides this is amazingly dark, so true in some parts, and yeah... Awesome poem, i love it.
This gave me chills. I couldn't decide if it was human-hating or human-justifying and I really couldn't decide which I would rather it be. Very strong imagery and diction, which made it all the more powerful when you ended it with the word "Surrendered" which contrasted so beautifully with the words "killed" and "cut" and "cook" etc. This ending reminds me of the ending of TS Eliot's "The Hollow Men": "This is the way the world ends/This is the way the world ends/This is the way the world ends/Not with a bang but a whimper."
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The syntax found in this manuscript of S. D. Blankenship's poetry could retain to disordered and/or psychopathic. Comprehend and examine at your own exposed thoughts. A number of words mig.. more..