(Note from Feb 2012): This was definitely one of my stranger pieces, which I honestly wish I would write more of. Another of my mid-high school poems, I don't really know what I was writing about. That really is the crazy thing about it. After I wrote it, I went back over it and realized that I had no idea what it was about. I had fun with it, no doubt, but I was truly confused. Through all the times I have presented this piece to other people, I have heard many differing points of view, many of which took one of two views: alien abduction or drugs. I have to admit, I am partial to both: which means I still don't know what it is about. Then again, maybe that is the beauty of it, that fact that there is no clear message, the fact that anytime someone reads it, they have their own interpretation. I don't know what it is about, so please let me know what you all think. I want to hear your interpretations on this piece, and don't let the two subjects I mentioned limit you! I appreciate any and all thoughts: critiques, suggestions, and analyses. Thanks :)
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Wow. This was an intense piece of writing. I have to say I thought of alien abuduction hile reading it, though I doubt very much if it is about that, lol. Upon reading it a second time it feels like someone being captured, tortured, and having their heart and soul ripped out from the inside. Leaving behind scars that can naver be seen, only felt. More like a child, feeling lost and alone, and being abused. Very intense and really makes the reader think about this one, but so well written it is a pleasure to read, no matter how many times it takes to find a meaning that fits. XX
Wow. This was an intense piece of writing. I have to say I thought of alien abuduction hile reading it, though I doubt very much if it is about that, lol. Upon reading it a second time it feels like someone being captured, tortured, and having their heart and soul ripped out from the inside. Leaving behind scars that can naver be seen, only felt. More like a child, feeling lost and alone, and being abused. Very intense and really makes the reader think about this one, but so well written it is a pleasure to read, no matter how many times it takes to find a meaning that fits. XX
I live in Bowling Green, Kentucky. I am 20 at the moment, and a student at Western Kentucky University. I am currently enrolled as an English - Creative Writing major. Six years ago I realized writing.. more..