k first of all... that review u left me.. wow! thank you, you made my day!
second, this poem... wow! hahaha... not but seriously i love how you start off with the negative tone, and then blind side us with that positivve unseen twisted bend as i call it. That basically is exactlyy how i write.. captivate through the negative drawing them into the positive. GREAT POEM!..
thank you for sharing as well
A curious piece of hope, as the picture painted is one where everything is wrong. Yet, there is the smile - born from the realization that within everything that is wrong, there is still that light. It had a feel to it, that it might go into the darkness, disappearing into despair... but with that smile, you returned us to the light. Well done...
k first of all... that review u left me.. wow! thank you, you made my day!
second, this poem... wow! hahaha... not but seriously i love how you start off with the negative tone, and then blind side us with that positivve unseen twisted bend as i call it. That basically is exactlyy how i write.. captivate through the negative drawing them into the positive. GREAT POEM!..
thank you for sharing as well
I would agree with Ben's review. I did like it very much and you have a good amout of ability. I think a bit of editing would really make this piece shine. Thank you very much for sharing, and please keep writing!
wow, the enemy you speak of seems to be infanant and sleepless. i love the poem. i like how you worded it and the style you wrote in at the same time. great poem.
In spite of your comments about this not being very good, I have to contradict you and say that this piece is in fact quite good.
It's power is in contrast, and two line phrases. The first 12 lines use contrast to bring home how badly this life is, I.E all the negative things. The rest is the resolution, ending in the word "Light".
I would have very much enjoyed seeing the same contrast pattern continue uniformly throughout the poem. If you are the type of artist that revises, I would suggest playing around with that.
It's almost as if the first 12 lines are one poem, and the rest another.
Where Ever my mind is most comfortable pretending to be., OK
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My name is Rebekha and I am a mass of contradictions and I suffer from the constant memories of my passed lives. (Not ones where you turn into insects or animals) I believe it is what inspires me to .. more..