I have a lot of love/hate poetry. This is one of my top personal favourites of all time.
i didn't hear it coming sneaking up behind me on naked feet.
i didn't know what was waiting in the dark when i curled up and went to sleep.
i didn't smell the predator crouching in the closet in the forest or the back seat of my car.
i didn't pay attention to the rustling of the leaves the hot breath on the back of my neck and the soft thud at the foot of my bed.
i didn't see a thing
i didn't hear it coming sneaking up on me a baseball bat in hand till i felt the wood slam into my skull the bones snapping like peanut brittle the taste of copper salt and blood i swallowed when i tried to scream wrenching the air out of my lungs when a naked foot connected with my ribs i thought this is what it feels like to die.
i didn't see love coming till it clubbed me over the head.
Wow! The tension escalates perfectly, from frightened confusion to concrete fear to corporeal pain. The structure and flow serve as much as the words, and the second-last paragraph really conjures the panic-stricken cacophony of suffering. The last paragraph casts a completely new light on everything that came before, and left me with a smirk of revelation I did not see coming at all.
Love can bleed and bruise as hard as any physical weapon, and you have wonderfully portrayed that here. Great work :)
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10 Years Ago
Sometimes I write something I just love and everyone looks at me like I have an extra head growing o.. read moreSometimes I write something I just love and everyone looks at me like I have an extra head growing out of my shoulder. This is one of those poems non poetry people look at with confusion and think I need a straight jacket - but it will always be one of my favourites. Thank you. Your perception and evaluation are exactly what is intended in this piece.
Yep that is exactly what it does to you isn't it? Man I wasn't expecting that...here i was thinking this is going to end badly..getting myself prepped for the harsh pain of a brutal attack, but i guess that is what love is sometimes... that club right over your head...that swift kick in your gut, that wtf just happened to me feeling of dizzy confusion, the world spinning, knowing your going down and unable to do anything but experience the fall. You really are amazing at this, fantastic work.
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10 Years Ago
We all have our favourite piece. This is mine. Though the man is long gone the poem remains.
10 Years Ago
Those are always the best ones...those poems that stick with you even when the love perhaps doesn't... read moreThose are always the best ones...those poems that stick with you even when the love perhaps doesn't. Loved this one, a really freaking amazing write!
WOW!! Amazing piece of work KL. I love the twist at the end. I thought this was a horror piece for a minute. But then again...Love often turns into horror. This piece can be read both ways. You start with love then end with horror. Wait, what? Make sense? Anyway, So far this is my favourite.
Wow! The tension escalates perfectly, from frightened confusion to concrete fear to corporeal pain. The structure and flow serve as much as the words, and the second-last paragraph really conjures the panic-stricken cacophony of suffering. The last paragraph casts a completely new light on everything that came before, and left me with a smirk of revelation I did not see coming at all.
Love can bleed and bruise as hard as any physical weapon, and you have wonderfully portrayed that here. Great work :)
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Sometimes I write something I just love and everyone looks at me like I have an extra head growing o.. read moreSometimes I write something I just love and everyone looks at me like I have an extra head growing out of my shoulder. This is one of those poems non poetry people look at with confusion and think I need a straight jacket - but it will always be one of my favourites. Thank you. Your perception and evaluation are exactly what is intended in this piece.
Those of us with walls always feel cracked over the head by such a vulnerable emotion. I think you really capture that, the surprise we never can prepare for.
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
That is exactly what I was going for. So glad it's clear. Thanks.
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