I don't know why you are so very literal oh? excuse me, I exaggerate. you're consistent. I can be so explicit. I didn't sleep alone before you. Look at you, you are flawless. Half the time I feel like fleeing because beside you I must look like Vegas but you haven't even seen my bad side. I am a thief in your den. I was thriving before I plucked you with plump fingers fresh from the web. and I thrive still as an illusion, of sorts. You are the perfect sonnet a solid straight line
I think the ending is perfect as is. This is clearly a reflection of your heart and soul, penned in honesty. The title captured my attention, great job!
Kind of in your face dialogue in the splendid piece. "Because beside you I must look like Vegas" Loved this line and in my opinion, the ending hits home and confirms the feelings of the pen. Very cool.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you! I will probably will leave the ending as it is since that seems to be the general consens.. read moreThank you! I will probably will leave the ending as it is since that seems to be the general consensus.
"I am a warm image projected on cold and fading light"
I really like the modern voice in your poem, it transcends sex in a way that could be understood by man or woman alike and lets the reader become the voice or the spoken to. There is nothing wrong with your ending, unless you personally feel different than the voice in the poem, if it is autobiographical. Use my suggestion if you wish, and good luck with the edit if you do change the ending. Send me a read request to review it if you do.
Your lyrical verse are so complex and yet scream of straight forward emotions...
I was thriving before
I plucked you with plump fingers
fresh from the web.
and I thrive still
as an illusion,
I see this as someone who feels they had their choice of loves but settled on this one cause they felt they could mold them into what they want...
all I got to say is wow..... impressive as always.
this is one i relate to all too well.. that comparison to Vegas, with all the images it brings: seedy, corrupt, hidden beneath flashy facades and sparkly, lookoverhere lights.. it kinda says it all, no?
"I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they pri.. more..