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Published: 2008-01-11 23:11:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 186; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 3
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Meek little meLost in a crowd
Strangers huddled all around
Yet I am incredibly alone
Nobody has a clue
To what I am going through
Nobody wants to know
The way the thoughts in my head go
Nobody will get close to me
I keep them all away, as far as can be
Nobody can help this
For I am so helpless
Life is so pointless right now
Not worth living at all
Fear keeps me alone
Coverage is continuing to fall
So I sit here listening
As my walls get bombarded
I am reinforcing them with all my strength
But it isn't enough
They are soon to crumble
I don't know what I will do without them
I will be like a clam without a shell
My soft body exposed
Incredibly vulnerable to predators
Soon to be the next delicacy
For whoever wishes it
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Comments: 3
Kalilac [2008-02-07 00:16:18 +0000 UTC]
I do like this poem, and I understand what you're doing with it. The only thing that confuses me is the way the meter keeps changing, and the beat is lost through those changes. You seem not to make up your mind about how you want it to rhyme, and those things happen in both little bits of poetry you have here. At first there is solid couplets, then they become every other line and slowly fade completely. I sense a flow to a certain point, then it chunks slightly until the end.
I understand the title is "losing it" and that may very well be the technique you wanted to use for that effect, and if so, it came across very well. But if you did have a certain flow in your mind, it is hard to find from the words here when you start to end the couplets.
All in all I do very much like this poem, and good job writing it, I hope you don't mind this critique, I saw no one had commented on this yet, and I know it gets frustrating being a poet and posting things, and never knowing what people think of them.
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Astrid109PA In reply to Kalilac [2008-02-07 01:30:58 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for your critique. I ususally don't try to keep my poems rhyming, I write them however it flows out of my head. Sometimes they might rhyme, but usually not. I just let the words flow onto the paper however they want to, sort of like giving them a life of their own.
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Abrainthatleaks [2008-01-12 09:05:07 +0000 UTC]
Wanting to know
is like colours inside
trying to get out
in the haunt of depravity
hours might know
what was wanted from this
but we want from a subject
that isn't ours to kiss
and the flavor of words
can be so hard
to miss
but we do
concentrating on the lines
and the tempo
of a life so unsimple
it is our own
and there's
NO HOME WITHOUT YOU
but what can we do without
the affection
we count on
we needed
from you?
See
so that we can see
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