Sunday morning try to find a bed to wake up in.
As quick as distortion running, as hurting or hunting;
Pirates travel the sea; you travel my heart
Hands cutting and pulling and tearing apart.
One Lucifer one clean start I am over it,
Already an answer to a question barely asked:
Am I yours? Am I thick and thin, a scary grin
A harmful echo, a shadow, a sin
To be sick again only a heart knows
If the wind is worth the rain. A heart is red,
Like a blood stain. But blood can be blue;
Like a hope for pain.
Chemical poison only a heart knows
The way of the love, the way that it shows
Clearly, specifically (like crystal) how to hate,
How to grow, how to know the difference
Between right, wrong and both.
Could enough be enough when it isnt nearly
Enough? Carefully scaring my heart
Hating pain as easily as eating it up
Like a bad taste and a bad start.
I have no heart. If you dig me a grave
Break my ribs
. To find what I always said:
Nothing there, nothing red.
Please tell me what you think
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I like the name of your entry. I also like the way you rhyme the last two lines of each stanza; it's an uncommon style of rhyming, but very refreshing. However, I found the pacing of the piece to be quite distracting. If you're going to rhyme, you need to at least keep the rhyming and non-rhyming lines at equal syllable count. I also suggest studying iambic pentameter. The emotion here was good though, which is what was most important.
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i dont even know what to say except wow. this is dark but beautiful. and i dont really know what it is about but i enjoyed reading it and capturing your inner thoughts...
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Thanks.
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a sin that is what u are....veryy nice poem
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Cheers me dears.
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