Even the most hardened, seasoned hero's take a dive out the back, this is so raw and stomach churning, I love it's real effect on my senses, albeit difficult to see, hear and smell. This happened with my sisters second husband, it was horrendous for her, well, all of us. You've conveyed it ...almost too well.
Your words are not just words, they seems to come out of some experience you've been through in your life or the things you experience by seeing or by some mean. A different but real side, a truth that has become a trend to play with. This is not just a poem, poem is just your way of expressing your feelings. You've kept it simple, no fashion of words. Simple and straight. I like it. Keep writing. :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
We can only write what we know and I only know what I have seen and/or experienced.
T.. read moreWe can only write what we know and I only know what I have seen and/or experienced.
Thank you for the thoughtful comment.
12 Years Ago
Absolutely! I agree and let me say it too.
"We can only write."
Well, that is the first word that comes to mind. Before the rest of it rushes forth, you wrote this poem nicely. Not that there is anything nice about the poem.
This reminds me of something Stephen King would write. I don't know if you like SK or even like being compared to him, but the feeling was similar. The way I pictured the whole thing going down. It was the things you didn't tell us that makes this so intriguing.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Vague was the only way I could write it and not cry all over the paper. Thank you
12 Years Ago
GunMetal- my thoughts exactly! This was very well written.
Even the most hardened, seasoned hero's take a dive out the back, this is so raw and stomach churning, I love it's real effect on my senses, albeit difficult to see, hear and smell. This happened with my sisters second husband, it was horrendous for her, well, all of us. You've conveyed it ...almost too well.
I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade.
I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..