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03-02-2009, 02:22 PM | #21 (permalink) |
Souls of Sound Sailors
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The second line doesn't make much sense. Grammar is an important aspect in regaurds to the meaning of your poem, comma's should be used very sparingly. Pauses are better done with line breaks. Instead of saying "they said" you could write it from their perspective, to better set a scene. The diction could be better too. Try using words that metaphorically speaking could only mean exactly what you want to say and that have a connotation that reflects the overall feeling or mood. I'd suggest some revision.
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03-03-2009, 09:22 AM | #23 (permalink) | ||
sidewalks
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03-06-2009, 06:29 PM | #24 (permalink) |
Music Addict
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i like how the poem makes you feel the how you are alienated from the rest of the world, as if what everyone else does does not apply to your own life. interesting perspective on how to see the world
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03-19-2009, 02:59 PM | #25 (permalink) |
sidewalks
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Laying down
It's happening
the weight of it percolates through my skull with all the elegance of a cheese grater the sting lingers bleaching my bones which by now are being held together with red ribbons rattling and swaying in the wind it happens all the time I'm on my back after the fact and the sky weaves through itself playing dancer to a tune I can't seem to hear over the cacophony of breathing walls blinking eyes and final heart beats (the exclamation point at the end of each passing) all simultaneous all endless the art is lost on me |
03-22-2009, 09:13 AM | #28 (permalink) |
sidewalks
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Hot Fuzz
Hot fuzz grows from the pores
Of my wood paneled walls. Sustained by the same stale air That now sits stagnant in my lungs. It has been over saturated With repeated phrases. Miscarriages of soliloquies And inward promises. As evidenced by my blood flushed face, To breath again is but a pipe dream. Instead I sit wishing on stars unseen, Waiting for the color to drain from my pupils. Last edited by Rubber; 03-22-2009 at 12:48 PM. |
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