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A Poem by Sam

lovelorn girl, i am
counting the days and keeping time on my rib cage
in rhythm with the sickness of my viscera
these bird bones have never left me light enough
to take flight-if i were vomiting sustenance instead of
{pretty words} maybe i could walk on glass
or greet the morning sun like Icarus
instead of wrapping my intestines around my
n / e  / c / k 
because Isadora 
didn't feel like sharing her scarf.

© 2019 Sam


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Sam
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Increadibly gripping, such a unique style with amazing results. I feel a build up in this peice and it doesnt let you down. somehow your words carry on more presence the shaper and shorter they become. A very dark and poignant peice, thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam

3 Years Ago

thank-you so much!! i honestly wasn't expecting anyone to notice this poem so the fact that you had .. read more



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i really like your delivery...you give us so much to digest in few words...and the imagery just slams me in the face and gut...
"vomiting sustenance instead of words"
sometimes i feel like all i do is vomit words...not sure there is anything worthwhile there at all.
so glad i found your page, Sam.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam

3 Years Ago

thank-you so much, my goodness!! i'm so happy
This feels like a sad and angtry piece from someone caught up in the angst of teeneage self doubt. So much so they have sunk into an eating disorder. There is a lot of passion in this piece and the opening two lines are a definate hook!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam

3 Years Ago

thank-you so much! i'm glad that the meaning was clear and wasn't too overshadowed by the style!
Increadibly gripping, such a unique style with amazing results. I feel a build up in this peice and it doesnt let you down. somehow your words carry on more presence the shaper and shorter they become. A very dark and poignant peice, thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sam

3 Years Ago

thank-you so much!! i honestly wasn't expecting anyone to notice this poem so the fact that you had .. read more

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Added on April 22, 2019
Last Updated on April 23, 2019
Tags: freeform, emotional, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation