Hiya Gem! I love the structures of these two poems so far. The shape of the first one feels very water-esque, and the rhyming couplets as well as the use of questions in the second poem give a nice steady rhythm to tie it all together. The fish doodles are also a win, and I love how you've called your table of contents a table of "Continents". Keep being awesome <3
oh dear I so love this theme and the second poem has got such a deep meaning. I liked the way you are mocking at all those stereotypical things used by men to judge others. You are doing really great Gem <3
and the little squid said to the fish as they began to swim i love swimming i want to swim like a fish the little finned friend responded swimming does make one feel free the squid responded and you move with such purpose yes i do agree the scaled friend looked thoughtful for a moment or three a while after i nodded he responded "too bad you arent a fish like me"
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
do i avoid the ones that i love and tell myself i hate them to make it better when i project my self depreciating emotions they flow on like this stream i live in it is polluted i know maybe it is the reason for my sickness do teetering rocks in the water mimic chemical inbalances on purpose because if they do i do not find this mockery a compliment of any altitude my scales shine green and blue disgust and sadness have colored me thoroughly have they not my well wishes float like snakes on the water moving effortlessly but they are so hard to expell how can i wish others all i have when i do not have pebbles to give anymore well take it anyway i do not need pebbles after all i am just a goldfish invasive in a non native stream do not give me anything you need it all cannot have me growing i would outmatch you all you dont have to say a thing haha you think i asked to be dumped into this spring funny thing
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
even when a leaf holds itself lowly and decides its fit for no tree as its falling ever so slowly tumbling turbulently isnt it still a leaf or perhaps has it shattered broken tattered and turned into something unique am i really here taking the journey of a leaf jumping limitlessly from a branch breaking the connections that gave it life in the past just to begin anew cracking crackling and ripping what it knew away hitting different levels of low until it finally is able to ground itself- myself we found our way to a stream sullenly inching forward as if the wind blew us throwing ourselves into the rivers wake ultimately hoping to sink or rust instead learning to trust our sleek little leaf bodies seeing those rips and tatters giving them more meaning those little near stripped off peices look a lot like fins to me we could be any fish but we choose to be salmon with our newly realised fins so we can swim upstream and for a fleeting moment as we seem to soar above the waters we can chance a glimpse every year of what we used to be before we were free
"i dont slay i slaughter, luke i am your father..." ~fatherfig
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