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I know who you are,
I see that glare
That look in your eyes,
Says you really don't care.
Another victim is all you need
To hurt and humiliate is your goal
One more stab to make me bleed
You're satisfied, you've played your role.
It's just a bruise, no need to apologize,
What was that? Of course! You never say sorry,
Forgive me for the hatred in my eyes
I'll be a good girl, correct every folly.
Only a fool would anger you,
A fool I have proved to be,
Challenging a train racing towards you
is like facing an invincible enemy.
I see that glare
That look in your eyes,
Says you really don't care.
Another victim is all you need
To hurt and humiliate is your goal
One more stab to make me bleed
You're satisfied, you've played your role.
It's just a bruise, no need to apologize,
What was that? Of course! You never say sorry,
Forgive me for the hatred in my eyes
I'll be a good girl, correct every folly.
Only a fool would anger you,
A fool I have proved to be,
Challenging a train racing towards you
is like facing an invincible enemy.
Literature
For the Coming Death of Me
Snap my neck
Or, snap me back
Show me the path
Tell me the truth
Cut my throat
Or, cut out all of the stories lies
Alice can only walk in her wonderland
Before reality over comes her
Stab me in the back
Or, scream your truths in my face
You are now the root
Of a new agonizing fear
Hang me to suffocate
Or, hang out the old photos and give me a reason
to stop and ponder, and wonder once more
The reason behind your actions
Overdose me till I can take no more
Before I choke on the words of the next lie
You planted the seeds of hate
Knowing full wll what you were doing
Let me "slip" and fall off this cliff
Before I fall
Literature
FEAR
FEAR:
Frantically he scrambles away from the dark
Eager to be free of his waking nightmare
Acting only upon the instinct within him;
Reminded constantly that he is prey
For some time he hides in the pervasive shadows
Earnestly praying that he will not be discovered
A single sound is all it takes to jar him;
Running from a creature that he can barely see
From head to toe it is certainly monstrous
Enshrouded in an aura of absolute repugnance
As the acid drips from its cruel jaws,
Rapidly dissolving the ground below
Fearful, he cowers, beneath boxes and cardboard,
Escaping away into a tiny corner of his mind
Alone with only
Literature
Cheated
He lies to you,
and says he really is in love.
But when you turn around
he says it isn't true.
He finds someone else,
that he loves more than he did you.
Out of all the guys, he is
the one I picked,
I made a mistake,
but I was never tricked.
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Oooo, the taste of bitterness is a different voice for you. It's good. I think that this voice is different in theme but portrays a lot of the stuff we've talked about before. The rhyme of glare and care is very 21st century, but the whole irksome, post-modernist, raw-feelings poetry is really only good in controlled doses (like Lady Gaga). But you can see previous comments about easy or cheap rhymes.
I think that this sounds an awful lot like some of the raging music that I occasionally headbang to when working out, and that is fine. I think we should discuss thematic goals though. You don't have to know exactly what you want the theme, structure, and word choice to say every time you sit down to write. But, I think you might want to have a vague idea so you aren't just stacking words vertcially and when you reach the end, you should look back at it, read it out loud, and ask yourself if you accomplished what you wanted. Take a hard look at your lines (I can teach you how to use scansion later if you'd like, that is poetic analysis) and see what the themes are and whether you could improve the theme by writing more, writing less, adding or rearranging words, lines, or stanzas, and see what you can come up with. One of the most helpful things for me is to sit down with a notebook and a pad and write out a draft. The draft usually sucks. So I can tweak it, cross it out, scratch at it with my pen and generally waste a good deal of time raging at myself for bringing such a mutated wretch into existence. Then, when i think it's half decent, I start to type it. I can type pretty fast, but when I have to read something else, it gets pretty slow. This will force you through stuff even as basic as spelling to as expansive as overall themes. I remember actually scrapping half a poem because halfway through was a better end and the poem just honestly did not need the second half. So in terms of your editing process which is especially key to revising your thoughts and themes, that is an effective way. Ultimately (man, I say that too much) you have to figure out on your own what exactly you want to say and how you want to think about how you are going to say it. And I kind of feel like that was slightly lacking in this. Did you write this in a fit of emotion or did you pull it out of reverie?
I think that this sounds an awful lot like some of the raging music that I occasionally headbang to when working out, and that is fine. I think we should discuss thematic goals though. You don't have to know exactly what you want the theme, structure, and word choice to say every time you sit down to write. But, I think you might want to have a vague idea so you aren't just stacking words vertcially and when you reach the end, you should look back at it, read it out loud, and ask yourself if you accomplished what you wanted. Take a hard look at your lines (I can teach you how to use scansion later if you'd like, that is poetic analysis) and see what the themes are and whether you could improve the theme by writing more, writing less, adding or rearranging words, lines, or stanzas, and see what you can come up with. One of the most helpful things for me is to sit down with a notebook and a pad and write out a draft. The draft usually sucks. So I can tweak it, cross it out, scratch at it with my pen and generally waste a good deal of time raging at myself for bringing such a mutated wretch into existence. Then, when i think it's half decent, I start to type it. I can type pretty fast, but when I have to read something else, it gets pretty slow. This will force you through stuff even as basic as spelling to as expansive as overall themes. I remember actually scrapping half a poem because halfway through was a better end and the poem just honestly did not need the second half. So in terms of your editing process which is especially key to revising your thoughts and themes, that is an effective way. Ultimately (man, I say that too much) you have to figure out on your own what exactly you want to say and how you want to think about how you are going to say it. And I kind of feel like that was slightly lacking in this. Did you write this in a fit of emotion or did you pull it out of reverie?