as my skin begins to boil
in pock-marked shape
from fungal rash - spread
by the heat...
I'm losing my hiding place,
my last resort...
my eyes have fallen, from
their once honest poetry,
to a burrow beneath
the gates of disgust
maybe,
now it's time to shelf the burdens
behind an open mouth,
with a speaking tongue...
we are only
our hearts and minds anyways
my encounters should be
my new mirror
for an honest reflection
of who i am
Please tell me what you think
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I think some rather deep, self-exploration, and that comes to all, I think, with maturity. Yet, often times, when we really look at who we are, and get to know ourselves, we really don't like what we see.
the last verse, my favorite..."my encounters should be,
my new mirror
for an honest reflection
of who i am
I hope you like what you see
Sincerely,
sassy
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ahh, the purpetual self-hatred. i love this poem because you put so much hope into it, especially there at the end, despite the theme. I was taken aback by the raw honesty in here, but it made the poem, so true, my friend. the only thing that i found not fantastic was the first stanza.. it just was too much of a jolt. You went right into the poem, and right into the pain. I would really like it if it was more gentle in its delivery. That's all i have critical to say about it. It was really a deep and heart-offering piece.
My favorite part, hands down, was:
"behind an open mouth,
with a speaking tongue...
we are only
our hearts and minds anyways"
-I love that. I might just have to quote you. you could have written those for lines and made a powerful poem just like that. Wow.
Great job, mate. Cheers.
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i have no idea what the hell this poem is about, but its still good. i hate when someone leaves a comment and decides to enterprit everything you say like there some kind of mind reader and your like what? i didnt mean that at all, this guy is tripping, actually i have a confession to make, im just making this review really long so i can get the points to hold a contest, that will be cool, just dont be pissed, im sure im not the first or the last. at least i read the poem. it was good, i geuss it was about anguish or somethin. keep it up.
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contemplation meditation
I see self examination,
deep into one's self.
Defining weakness
and finding resolve
to move on and become strong.
Very inspiring.
Well done.
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Beautiful thought!
It’s insightful and contemplative. Every poet feels the same in one point or other and not all poets register their contemplation as a poem. You have successfully done it here. When we use language to convey what we think and what we are, it is a kind of translation process that helps us to understand what we exactly think. We try our level best to filter our language and though how big we express, we could bring out only the abstract of what is in our mind.
Very nice concept. You have done a wonderful job here.
Thanks for sharing
Lols
-Kiddy
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Our world is simply our perceptions and often we base our perceptions on those we respect have of ourselves. I really like your write. It reminds me of something I shiould be thinking about myself that I don't too often. Everyone deserves to see themselves different because even though we don't often to see it we are quite altered.
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Pretty deep emotion and self exploration.Alot of thinking going on and hope.Great job.
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I really like this. I Love the way you speak on your topic, and I Love the way itis written. Very good job!
~Artemis
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