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Literature
For Shy Girls~
I heard stories about beautiful girls,
Who made their presence known.
They're loud and proud, they speak their minds.
But what about others, the quiet and shy?
Their mute is mistaken for rudeness and hatred.
They evade curious eyes.
They're seen but not heard, they speak not a word.
All their thoughts are hidden inside.
They're crying out, you know.
Not with speech, but pleading silence.
If only you'd just stop for a second,
You may be able to find it.
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give me a reason to stay
I need more from you
than two lips parted;
hungry hands scrabbling
at my sides.
I need your limbs
twined around my
hopes and dreams -
I need your fingers
clutching for my soul.
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I Used to Be Important
I used to be a king
Peasants stooped down
To kiss my feet
I used to be an emperor
People worshiped the streets
Where I walked
I used to be a duke
The women always wanted
To be my lover
~~~
I used to be a king
People kissed my feet
Even though they were filthy
I used to be an emperor
I live on the streets
Where I once walked
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A mix of reality and fiction. Don't assume you know which is which please. Just enjoy the poem. Or don't enjoy it. Just please don't try disecting my life.
I'd love feedback on the poem itself, but not a disection of my possible feelings or how I can deal with my emotions please.
Thank you.
4-10-15you may now ki(ss/ll) the brideby the lovely mostly focused upon the first couple of lines.
with lips ever so innocent;
audacious and irresolute all at the same time
because the earth will tilt farther than twenty three
point five degrees for someone whose name was scratched among the stars
right after the first ice age
and the cosmos will collide into one another to
reverse the big bang while i'm trapped on the moon,
screaming for you to come join me
(rather than save me)
from gravity-
it
pulls
me
closer
to
reality
because
this is
a lonely
world
and i'm
the
last
girl
on
earth
A mix of reality and fiction. Don't assume you know which is which please. Just enjoy the poem. Or don't enjoy it. Just please don't try disecting my life.
I'd love feedback on the poem itself, but not a disection of my possible feelings or how I can deal with my emotions please.
Thank you.
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Wow. Man, where do I begin?
The intent of this piece seems to have been to tell a story of a troubled relationship, with the narrator seeming to be decidedly unreliable -- what is the truth, and what is the fiction? It's a common aspect of relationships and breakups, to varying extremes of course, but nevertheless it's an endlessly fascinating one. In this regard, the poem knocks the ball out of the park. We see what could be the narrator's own inability to handle serious relationships due to various emotional issues, but we are also shown that narrator might not be the one entirely at fault. Whichever it is, or any combination of those, it's a fantastic premise, and you've done it right.
As for 'originality', there's not exactly much room to be outright plagiarizing, nor entirely unique. This is a tale of a common human condtion. I think the distinguishing factor here is that you presented it in such a way as to accentuate the fact that there's a two sidedness in this, and in human behavior in general, which is something you don't see everyday.
The structure of the poem is presented in a frantic, dizzying, almost disorienting way. When I first scanned through it, I was confused as to why there were words on the right, which made me intrigued, though admittedly very slightly irritated. However, after reading through it, the structure fits the piece perfectly. That very same feeling of confusion is what is meant to be conveyed. You aren't supposed to know which side is the true story, and mayhap it's not just one side -- maybe there's truth in both. To me, it gives a sense of the despair and denial of the narrator, and it delivers it perfectly.
In regards to the impact, let me just say that this made me inspired enough to read it several times over, sit and think for a good 15 minutes, then write a full Critique, which is not something I often do. I absolutely love works that explore the complexities and fallacies of human nature, and defy the black/white, right/wrong, true/false mentality that many people have about things. This left me satisfied, and, at the same time, craving more of your work.
All in all, this is an absolutely gorgeous piece. You had the idea, and whether it came from your own experience or from the wells of your imagination, or both, that idea was a very deep and evocative one. You gave it your voice, your own spin, and you told the tale in a way that accentuated the point, and actually made me feel the confusion and frustration these situations can bring, simply by structuring it in a different way than is expected with poems. Through all this, you moved me, and inspired me to think deeply and creatively, which is, in my opinion, both the very definition, and the greatest achievement, of art.