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The whole smile after a frontal stab. That hurts more than a back stab. When they stab you in the back, there is still a distinctive fear or guilt on not doing it in your face. Stabbing you in front and smiling, that can kill.
This is a good format, rarely to never used. You give the reader time to digest each line before the next comes along.
This one was interesting. It was like you were letting me in your mind, as an observer, while you droned on with yourself, exploring your intimate thoughts. I love honest writes, the same pieces that explores themselves and let me, as the third party, review and view what you have to say. I write stuff like that at times. It feels like it just comes naturally. In your case, it was very enthralling. Thanks for sharing. Keep up the good work and send me more read requests. Always a pleasure. =P
Hmmm, very interesting line spacing. Like an absent minded thought stream. The demand for self-satisfaction paired with the self-loathing makes for an interesting contraction inside these thoughts. One line that really stood out to me, and I'm not even sure whether it's in a good way or a bad way, I'm sort of indifferent.
"You raped my soul - In front of my eyes-"
At first I didn't care for it at all, but I really am not sure anymore, because the more I read the poem, the more this line seems like it fits. But yeah, still not entirely sure I'd use "rape". Up to you though.
Very powerfully vivid. The scene this paints in my mind's eye come across with such an wonderful clarity. Felt as if I was watching a graphic novel come to life there in front of me a battle for a life. Something pure and truthful but to the point of feeling almost overwhelmed by all that is to be faced.
I was born.
I live.
I'll die.
I know nothing.
Where I came from?
Where will I go?
I'm ignorant of my existance.
I'm uncertain of myself.
No beliefs.
No religion.
No god.
Know Go.. more..