Gosh yes, that is quite something to have to go through as a kid. To think you can make a fresh start and yet somehow, it all stays the same and you can't escape the past.
I thought the ending was a bit out of tune with who she is portrayed to be; I think I expected her to want to die alone, not in front of everyone like that. I think there is something about bullying that makes people really rather withdrawn and introvert, unlikely to want to draw any additional attention to themselves. So I am not sure about the ending, in a way I think 'Good on her' (if you can say that about a suicide!) for showing everyone the result of her actions but a much larger part of me thinks that she really would either have done it while alone or actually not turned the gun on herself only but on the others first, then maybe on herself. Just a thought.
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In your description, change occure to occur
You start off with a rhyming scheme which is then subsequently broken; this breaks the flow of the piece. I found myself re-reading the first part of the poem to make sure I hadn't perhaps missed a more subtle rhyming scheme.
I think you should replace the & which you use a few times throughout the piece with and
For me in some ways, this poem is begging to be rewritten as a short story. To get the feel of a poem, you would need to re-write large parts of it, paying close attention to metre, rhyme, flow etc and I'm sure you can end up with a truly powerful piece.
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I'm in two minds about this poem. Having read it twice, I am not sure if they have separated and she's hoping he will return to her? Or are they still together but their relationship has changed to something she doesn't like and she wants things to return as they were before? As an outsider, I am tempted to think 'Walk away if he treats you like this' but of course it's not so easy when you are living it.
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I live in darkness, itsit's my only home
Long ago I had hope that my struggles had pastpassed
But he gave not of emotions,he knew not how to
This line breaks the flow of the poem. I wondered if it would maybe read better as:
He showed no emotions, knew not how to
He made me feel beneath him
Not deserving his love
What do I do now that I have lost my one true love
I'm not sure if this is intentional (if so, forgive me) but as a reader I immediately asked myself, how can she call him her 'one true love' if he treated her like that? It's not as if she is blinded & not realising that is how he treated her. Just a thought. Also, there is an extra line in this stanza which breaks the flow of the poem.
Do I lie at his feet and weep on the ground.{/}
replace full stop with ? as it is a direct question.
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I am not sure why the 'room' analogy in fact reminded me of a current child abuse case that hit the headlines locally before Christmas. Reading the poem, I felt quite sad. On second reading it occurred to me that perhaps the 'room' could be anybody's personal demon, the thing that imprisons us in life. I like that
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I didn't notice any typos / grammar errors & have no suggestions for improvements.
Beauty is superficial. If we are judged by how we look, if others see only the surface, they will never get to know us. Your poem expresses this much more eloquently than I just did but that's what this poem is about for me, which is really summed up in the last line:
For you won’t find me in the mirror.
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Sometimes it takes a novel or an entire library to, eventually, pin it down to feelings at their very core. This one does it in 13 lines. What is so powerful about these 13 lines is that really, the offender could be just about any one: your lover, a friend, a sibling, a parent, a co-worker, a stranger. Bitter words hurt but probably most from the people we care about. Great work!
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I didn't notice any typos / grammar errors & have no suggestions for improvements.
This is a powerful poem, what adds to that power is the repetition of the should have, could have, would have but then making it dependant on the other person. We should / could / would all perhaps be someone, do something different if it were not for circumstances out of our control. And yet, rather than just blaming for me there is also a recognition that perhaps you failed yourself (I say you but really meaning the hero in your poem, for I guess it's not necessarily autobiographical!) because you were blinded by him. That, too, is rather powerful.
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I should have worked longer
I could have done more
I could have paid the rent
If you had not had to score
I guess the second could should have been would
Yup, still here - think I'm almost done, I am struggling to find items in your port I've not yet reviewed
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As I'm sure you will understand, this piece really touched me. Having been through the same thing, and having friends who have gone through that same agonising decision that somehow, regardless how much time passes, never becomes the 'right' one, means I can relate to this completely, but I think even those that haven't been in that position, or who themselves stand before the decision, can get some understanding from this letter. What upsets me when you see anti-abortion activist making the headlines with their banners and slogans, shouting abuse at the doctors, nursers and the young girls attending the clinics, is that they don't get it. They don't understand how difficult it is to make those steps up the driveway, down the corridors, onto the op table. They don't understand how with each second we want to turn around, we frantically search for reasons, and the strength to turn around but the circumstances (regardless what they are, really) that force us to be there, do not change. And after all, it is a woman's right first of all. If we were forced to have those children in those circumstances, the world would not be a better place, we may in fact just be creating more children that end up in care, messed up, unhappy and, ultimately, criminal elements in society because they know if their mother had had a choice, they would not be there.
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Having lived away from my birth country for many years, I can relate to the emotions behind this poem: even everyday things that we take for granted are different. It's not just about the language, the food, the stree signs. It's also the way Even the leaves appear confused.
“Do we fall or not?”
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and definitely think it is a story worth building on, I like the way - so far at least - the commmon theme is the bus stop. This could be taking to infinite degrees. It's a very clever way to pull the story together.
Please keep me posted when you do some more work on this story as I'd love to see where you are going to go with it.
There are several things I enjoyed about this story, I shall try explain as well as I can.
The fact that Sarah's wishes are so unusual for a girl her age makes you wonder A) just how many little Sara's are there out there and B) the children that ask Santa for a new bike or fireman's truck, what do they really want.
That Sara turns to Santa, whom she feels she can trust, rather than a figure of authority, say a teacher or a doctor. Perhaps they have failed her previously?
I think the fact that she chooses to ask Santa rather than the afore mentioned is rather cunning on her part: that way her Mum won't get suspicious. Clever.
The hopelessness that Santa feels, the fact he can already foresee her demise (or fears the worst at least), is incredibly powerful in this story.
There is just one minor thing I'd change which is the capitalisation of 'Daddy'.
Otherwise, a great piece of work. I'm off to continue raiding your port
Found the link to your port in the Noticing Newbies forum so I thought I'd have a lil' peep.
Wow, if there is one poem I've read today that I can relate to 100% it is this one. Being a single parent is a thank-less task at times, it's tough going, you're running against brick walls of all shapes & sizes and then, the kids come home from school... Or they have stuffed a fluffy toy into your laptop case and it's the first thing you see when you get into the office... Or they bring home art work from daycare, the first insecure but bold toddler scribbles of 'I love mummy' - that is what makes it all worth while. This poem expresses that perfectly!
Just one minor suggestion:
all the pain and misery
that I'm forced to bear
It struck me when I was reading this poem that the flow would be much improved in this particular part of the poem if you changed "I'm" to I am - I read it several times over and think it does flow better like that.
Otherwise, an excellent piece of work - I look forward to reading more!
Found the link to your port in the Noticing Newbies forum. Did you mean for this item to be an In & Out? If yes, you should probably explain what you are looking for. If not, perhaps you should change it to a 'static item' / poetry.
Looking forward to reading more items in your port & WELCOM to writing.com
the 'concrete' you are referring to could be just about anything on the planet: debt, parents, school, the 'wrong' one, children leaving home, a bad job, an ingrown toe nail - you name it!
it is short, poignant but powerful
it expresses precisely how I hope to feel when I free myself from my 'concrete'
I liked this article; unlike you, I have yet to finish my first novel (I have 2 in progress -- bad idea! ) and I am already scared of the publishing process bit; it is part of why I don't finish, there is that nagging little voice inside my head going, who'd want to read this, let alone publish it? But I know I must be courageous or I'll never find out. Rather lie on my death bed saying, they didn't like the script than Gosh, I wish I'd finished that novel!
Good luck with submitting this article & keep us posted on your progress!
Just popped in to repay the favour of your review of Who Am I
I like this poem and it's underlying message: don't judge unless you know what it's like to walk in my shoes.
A couple of minor points:
I think I would lose the double-spacing
I think I would make two stanzas:
Walk the miles I have walked, stand were I have stood.
Then maybe you would understand, why I feel like driftwood.
Feel the pain and suffering, take a hold of the tears I've cried.
Maybe then you won't judge me, and understand why I hide.
Walk the miles I have walked, stand were I have stood.
Look into my eyes see what the world has done.
Maybe then you will see, all that I must over come.
I don't judge my friend, for I know the pain.
You see I only have myself to blame.
Maybe then you will see, all that I must over comeovercome
I quite like this poem because it describes the loss in the aftermath of a relationship has ended. The first 3-4 stanzas work well, but I'm not so sure about the 5th - here, it feels like 'hard work' perhaps because it feels as though the flow has been broken. Perhaps you could re-write this stanza to incorporate the single-line 6th stanza?
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It's come totoo soon.
It's gone totoo fast.
Why can't we just make it last ?
...not good enough for the elite Villagers Villagers' tastes
and the men searching the trees and brush by day
Do you mean bush
They were not doing a very good job of battling the effects of cold and starvation [insert comma] and they had no idea how adept at survival the Four had become after being banished from the Forest months ago.
Perhaps 'months ago' is superfluous
By now, the Four had insulated their rock huts with animal skins, cured their meats with herbs and salt [insert comma] and had stockpiled enough essentials to survive the cold winter without too much discomfort.
Meanwhile, in the Great Village in the Center of the Land, the Villagers were struggling through bouts of pnuemonia, pneumonia anemia, food poisoning and basic starvation.
I think perhaps 'in the Center of the Land' is superfluous now as you've mentioned this a few times already
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This is a very enjoyable read - and the ending is perfect, if gruesome . It's a great moral reminder of the fact that the majority isn't always right, and that with skill, imagination and cunning, the minority can survive, against the odds.
I am more than happy to re-visit this poem and give it a higher rating should you decide to use some of the above suggestions as I do believe this story would then deserve a higher rating.
I didn’t notice any typos or grammar errors and have no suggestions for improvement
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I must say, what a wonderful idea! I always admire members who manage to start a forum, make it work and stick to it. That requires so much time and dedication which is admirable.
Apart from that, forums are obviously a wonderful way for members to meet and get to know each other; when, as in this case, you can learn something along the way then I'm all for it!
...my teachers were demanding the unthinkable out of myself me and my classmates...
a friend that whowas interested in my thoughts and feelings and helped break my nasty case of writer's block.
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How kind of you to thank Mark so publicly and to recognise the importance he has played in your life recently. That is one of the things I love about w.com - there are so many wonderful people here, and you can keep them at arm's length if that's what you're most comfortable with, or you can make deep and meaningful friendships.
May you continue to heal and move your life forward.
One week ago [insert comma] I saw a child killed by car.
His vision The driver, hazed with drink, never saw the tiny presence until the windshield was painted red.
I am also missing a bit of punctuation, for example after the 'Innocence Lost' lines, and after the last line of the final paragraph.
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This is an interesting piece; what makes it interesting is that, actually, we could probably all sit down and make a similar list of people who have crossed our paths to whom similar things have happened. As a reader, I'm therefore left with a sort of 'sinking feeling' of realisation. I hope that is what you aimed to achieve!
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I didn't notice any typos or grammar errors and have no suggestions for improvement
This poem is very funny and rather unexpected - I anticipated an ending that gave some kind of analogy but, alas, no. This works really well though. Thanks for sharing!
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