The sheer emotion in this piece is what strikes me as the most inviting. You can nearly feel and hear this girl as she screams for release. Your flow is amazing, if a teensy bilt stilted. Personally, I believe this enhances the read. How can one create amazing, smooth rhythms when life itself does not work that way?
i like the flow of this poem, you hardly get the flow down with your poems but with this one you nailed it. very creative and the words were just depressing, which is a good thing because you captured the theme of the poem wonderfully. great job! :)
This is an excellent write, sad and heart wrenching. The rhyme and flow are well suited to the short tight lines of the piece. Still The sadiness is overwhelming and very powerful. Great job.
This is an excellent write, sad and overwhelmingly moving piece. The rhyme and flow are wonderful and
well suited to the piece. Simply wonderful write.
Debby
wow your work seems to get more and more intense, which is good for me, because I always love a good read, however, I am wondering if it is good for you? I tend to agree with James, most of us here have used our writing as a coping mechanisim in some stage of our lives and yes, it is supposed to be all part of the healing process. I am just hoping that it is doing the same for you...
It's hard to feel anything
With the calling of death ...
This was so great and I loved the Silence in bold and bigger front. I found it actually ironic, specially because it comes across as a scream - yet it isn't - it is silence (if that makes any sense)
Great thinking with that
I have seriously enjoyed every one of the pieces that you have sent to me. They have all been very well written and full of complex imagery. I can only say this, coming from an experience that your writing indicates. You have to use these writings as therapy. If you don't you will destroy yourself. I've used multiple works as therapy that failed and nearly ended my life in response to a horrendous breakup. Please take care of yourself.
I too have been here and visit often. A sad but dreary place of existance. Only to face another day and hope dreams don't come to me in the night. A good write.
If there be grief, then let it be but rain,
And this but silver grief for grieving's sake,
If these green woods be dreaming here to wake
Within my heart, if I should rouse again.
But I shall sleep, .. more..