There was
something about them. The way they felt, their smell. They turned the
soles of shoes black. They were always full, even if they were
completely empty. They gained their soul from love, hate, passion,
opportunity, blood, spit, sadness, anger and joy. It all bled
together to forge a layer of grime that kept anyone from truly being
able to know their soul.
Their touch was unforgiving. It was always rough and scolding. And even though they
rejected all those who fell to them, countless minds flocked to adore
them, to be welcomed and to walk them in glory.
Only those who
lived on the streets came close enough to know them. They became
blackened and stained like the streets, they smelled like the
streets. Their skin became rough and pocked like the asphalt. They
had so much in common. And still the streets would never reciprocate,
they remained an indifferent host even to those who had nothing left
but a place on the streets.
And every day
they died there. The streets claiming their souls, offering their
bodies little more than a cold, hard slab to the once warm flesh
which itself was slowly morphing and becoming cold and hard. Only in
lifelessness could they finally become one.
I like this one best. It seems you have a much more emotional connection to this one. I liked that you decided to go with formatting it like a story rather than in couplets or some other poetry convention. Makes it seem like a story within a poem, maybe a saga by a skald...but not in couplets.
Their was not forgiving - did you mean to say there was no forgiving; they were not forgiving?
Their skin became rough and pocketed like the asphalt. - Did you mean pocked like the asphalt?
Best line in my opinion: They gained their soul from love, hate, passion, opportunity, blood, spit, sadness, anger and joy.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Aha, thank you for catching those - I've transferred many of these from a composition book to word d.. read moreAha, thank you for catching those - I've transferred many of these from a composition book to word documents so I missed some things in my own readings and have some obvious typos. Thank you for the review!
I like this one best. It seems you have a much more emotional connection to this one. I liked that you decided to go with formatting it like a story rather than in couplets or some other poetry convention. Makes it seem like a story within a poem, maybe a saga by a skald...but not in couplets.
Their was not forgiving - did you mean to say there was no forgiving; they were not forgiving?
Their skin became rough and pocketed like the asphalt. - Did you mean pocked like the asphalt?
Best line in my opinion: They gained their soul from love, hate, passion, opportunity, blood, spit, sadness, anger and joy.
Posted 12 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
12 Years Ago
Aha, thank you for catching those - I've transferred many of these from a composition book to word d.. read moreAha, thank you for catching those - I've transferred many of these from a composition book to word documents so I missed some things in my own readings and have some obvious typos. Thank you for the review!