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Literature Text
Shattered glass
Cutting barefeet
I know this feeling...
Pain of the past
Is all that lives
I remember this...
Seat rolls in beads
Heat dares to kill
It's so familiar...
Time flies, yet won't
Move forward, now
Is this even reality...?
Upon the distance
The sign rises above
'We end were we begin'
"Welcome to Hell"
It reads to all
I'm home again
Cutting barefeet
I know this feeling...
Pain of the past
Is all that lives
I remember this...
Seat rolls in beads
Heat dares to kill
It's so familiar...
Time flies, yet won't
Move forward, now
Is this even reality...?
Upon the distance
The sign rises above
'We end were we begin'
"Welcome to Hell"
It reads to all
I'm home again
Literature
Mirrored
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
Literature
Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
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Partially inspired by a deviant who will probably know he is.
Also partially inspired by another poem that I don't remember the title of... (And I'm kind of too lazy to go search for it...)
Also partially inspired by another poem that I don't remember the title of... (And I'm kind of too lazy to go search for it...)
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Vision
Originality
Technique
Impact
My thoughts...
How could something that is supposed to be a safe haven be ironic. Humans tend to forget that home can be just like hell at times. Then again, those who know this have experienced this at some point in their lives. As a result, they tend to not trust safe havens again.
This poem makes me think of Mockingjay when Katniss arrives to District 12 to see what exactly happened in person. Like he/ she in the poem, she is having a difficult time grasping this and wrapping her head around it. In many ways, I can see her having these sort of thoughts, since she thought this was all a dream.
This leads me to my next point. When we face our past, we tend to think if this is happening. You want to believe that it is a dream, since the past is sometimes something you want to avoid. Then, you get a hit of realization that you are here, reliving the dreaded past. You must come to accept it, since you want to learn from the mistake of not coming to terms with it.
With acceptance comes healing, which is something that everyone needs. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/>
What I liked...
I first and foremost want to say.... THE VISION WAS FABULOUS! I had a clear, vivid picture when I was reading this. The choice of words helps!
For the originality, you already know this, but it wasn't the most original poem. Although I like the symbolism, I know it is a common 'object' to use. But, I have to say, you did a nice job at using it. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/b…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=" (Big Grin)"/>
The technique was great. It was a smart idea to include the thoughts in it, especially the quote near the end. It added to the meaning, which is even better!
As for the impact... you did a fine job. You know how to make it better. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/>
Overall, a great poem that was worthy of my time to read.