A Poem by Riv

Crystal walls departure

The hands are hitting the wall,
Bleeding out in a cry of pain.
With every splinter further in.
Her face is reflected here.
There's no one pushing.
It's only a figure of speech.
Each wound dealt by it.
These crystal walls.
Each prickle will heal.
With the tears shed.
Only to be torn again.
With these crystal walls.

© 2016 Riv

Author's Note

I'm signing up with a new email because I can hardly remember my name and password xD So I'll see you around on my new account. This will be my last poem uploaded on this one ^^

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Riv, This piece is exceptionally well written, hard imagery and descriptive wordplay. One suggestion? In the very last line replace the word 'with' with the word 'by.' It seems it might be clearer that way. Other than that, a very well-done piece! take care...dan

Posted 5 Years Ago

Well-written lines, strong words. It's overwhelming!

Posted 5 Years Ago

This really creates a feel that there is no escape or end, that this poem is something happening over and over again. Great work as usual, I'll be seeing you on that new account :)

Posted 5 Years Ago

I would like to know why you are always beating yourself up. I would like once to hear a poem, if not of love, maybe just of contentment with yourself and/or your surroundings!

Posted 5 Years Ago

Prickle is a poor word choice Riv - I feel. Needs something more visceral.
Look me up with your new account now ya hear?
I like your writing.

Posted 5 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


5 Years Ago

I had no idea what else to use I typed it and was all "ew but I got nothing else right now" xD I sur.. read more

5 Years Ago

Im so jealous that you can do that - straight from mind to Microsoft (okay you're probably using App.. read more

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Added on January 9, 2016
Last Updated on January 9, 2016



Apple Valley, CA

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