I had never heard the song you refer to, until now, and I am happy it has inspired this write... this is not a genre I would have slipped into on my own but I like the song... and of course, your poetry is a perfect complement... you take the song and create a personal monologue out of it... I always look forward to reading your poetry because it is written with such rawness and honesty; you hide nothing of the pain and suffering, writing with self and worldly awareness...
in this piece I sense someone feeling imprisoned by the world around her and her own self-infliction born out of society's brainwashing 'slogan' and held down by shame...the only remnants of a better world lies in the dust of memories that peep from the scars and around the medication when it starts to wear off... and she sees herself, the poet maybe, as a martyr, willing to slip farther and farther so that others might not...
Great write, great title and an awesome complement to the song... well-done, Twiggy!
Wow! Powerful and dark, it reaches out and slaps you as if to make sure you are paying attention. I don't see anything that could be done to improve this poem, you keep this up and you could be writing lyrics for a living before you turn 18 :~)
I had never heard the song you refer to, until now, and I am happy it has inspired this write... this is not a genre I would have slipped into on my own but I like the song... and of course, your poetry is a perfect complement... you take the song and create a personal monologue out of it... I always look forward to reading your poetry because it is written with such rawness and honesty; you hide nothing of the pain and suffering, writing with self and worldly awareness...
in this piece I sense someone feeling imprisoned by the world around her and her own self-infliction born out of society's brainwashing 'slogan' and held down by shame...the only remnants of a better world lies in the dust of memories that peep from the scars and around the medication when it starts to wear off... and she sees herself, the poet maybe, as a martyr, willing to slip farther and farther so that others might not...
Great write, great title and an awesome complement to the song... well-done, Twiggy!
You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..