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I have always wanted to write like you.
Every expression that flows from the tip of your pen,
Inspiring, evocative and pure, like things in this world rarely are;
You, whose every whim resembles a dulcet elixir,
Before it even meets paper,
Honeyed magic.
I will never be able to write like you.
Every phrase drawn with blood from the hole in my heart,
Agonizing, raw emotion blending with sincerity, nothing but the ugly truth;
I, whose inspiration comes from inherent despair,
Will only ever invent,
Defective cures.
I look and see jutting out of your shoulder blades,
Snowy, immaculate wings of an angel.
I can feel my own two wings recoil in disgrace,
They are torn, monstrous, with bone showing through singed feathers and flesh.
I will never be able to capture the same eloquence as you,
See the beauty of life and imbue this vision in others.
All I do is brood and try to grab hold of fleeting imaginings,
Morbid memories and nightmares that won't stop haunting me.
I am not jealous, just curious.
Why?
Even if I match you simile for simile,
Metaphor for metaphor,
It is useless.
---
When the professor hands back our writing assignments,
And you get an A, I am not at all surprised.
The A+ on my paper though,
Makes me speechless.
Every expression that flows from the tip of your pen,
Inspiring, evocative and pure, like things in this world rarely are;
You, whose every whim resembles a dulcet elixir,
Before it even meets paper,
Honeyed magic.
I will never be able to write like you.
Every phrase drawn with blood from the hole in my heart,
Agonizing, raw emotion blending with sincerity, nothing but the ugly truth;
I, whose inspiration comes from inherent despair,
Will only ever invent,
Defective cures.
I look and see jutting out of your shoulder blades,
Snowy, immaculate wings of an angel.
I can feel my own two wings recoil in disgrace,
They are torn, monstrous, with bone showing through singed feathers and flesh.
I will never be able to capture the same eloquence as you,
See the beauty of life and imbue this vision in others.
All I do is brood and try to grab hold of fleeting imaginings,
Morbid memories and nightmares that won't stop haunting me.
I am not jealous, just curious.
Why?
Even if I match you simile for simile,
Metaphor for metaphor,
It is useless.
---
When the professor hands back our writing assignments,
And you get an A, I am not at all surprised.
The A+ on my paper though,
Makes me speechless.
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
Haiku
my fingers
tributaries -
running around your knuckles
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
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Full Title: Honeyed Magic and Defective Cures
(DA wouldn't let me fit it >.>)
Anyways, I have not written anything satisfactory in a while, so here's my attempt at some more writing over Winter Break.
For :
- Does the poem flow well? Or does it seem choppy?
- Was the theme clear enough? What did you think the theme was after reading?
- Is the last section unnecessary, or should I keep it as it is (so the poem seems almost like a short story, with a beginning, middle, end ) I have half a mind to just delete it, but I'm not sure...
- Any other comments would also be very much appreciated
(DA wouldn't let me fit it >.>)
Anyways, I have not written anything satisfactory in a while, so here's my attempt at some more writing over Winter Break.
For :
- Does the poem flow well? Or does it seem choppy?
- Was the theme clear enough? What did you think the theme was after reading?
- Is the last section unnecessary, or should I keep it as it is (so the poem seems almost like a short story, with a beginning, middle, end ) I have half a mind to just delete it, but I'm not sure...
- Any other comments would also be very much appreciated
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I loved the flow of the poem, because while it is told in an unstructured form, it also has some slight nuances that make it poetic.
I believed that the theme was that even a person with the best of literary skills is secondary to a person who has experienced the things he portrays in his works. For that reason, I think the last part is necessary in order to emphasize that.
Great job on this!
I believed that the theme was that even a person with the best of literary skills is secondary to a person who has experienced the things he portrays in his works. For that reason, I think the last part is necessary in order to emphasize that.
Great job on this!