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5 years old again
Im five years old again
after all thats happened sleeping with the lights on afraid to move until the sun breaks through the blinds Come check my closet because I think I hear him breathing, and Im petrified frozen beside mountains of stuffed animals Im five years old again not quite sure of myself in a body I wish werent mine no longer a temple a cage for my bleeding thoughs Quick - look under the bed I think I feel him moving he'll reach out and grab me smothered by hands Ill be unable to cry out and Im afraid Im five years old again please lay with me until Im asleep but dont turn the lights off because in the night he still comes for me Last edited by junglequeen; Nov 12, 04 at 11:59 PM. |
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as far as the poem goes. I think it would sound better if you just completely removed the "while you're upstairs" part in the end. I think the line takes away more impact from the "he still comes for me" at the end. Not to mention it I think the imagery moves more from the lingering feeling of fear and paranoia, to a dependancy thing. Anyways, I quite enjoyed it, I thought it's message was clear, and the poem goes through fast paced imagery as if you were running away at the same time. |
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sungoo - I agree completly - thanks for the advice
and Euro dollar - I post these peices as a way to get feedback from a young adult audience. I need to bounce concepts off someone and fnk is more neutral than making just my close friends read my work. Everything I post is personal but protected, Im not going to cry if someone doesnt like it. Writing is a way of unleashing for me, its easier for me to get my thoughts straight on paper than it is for me to get them straight verbally. but all that being said - TALK TO ME WHEN IM ONLINE BUTTFACE! <3 |
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sheena
you're a hot babe, i just know it (evn tho i havent met u yet) and it seems to me that you are MAD brave for being able to put yourself out there like this and not be afraid of "being burnt" propz to you, cuz u are lovely.
i *heart* u. **hugs** PS- your poem is beautiful and striking, dont ever stop writing... |
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Comparing yourself to Sheena is like comparing horse shit to diamonds. dont do it again. |
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