It's not you, I swear. Hell, it may not even be the poem. I just don't think a work of this calibre warrants such attention. But praise continues to pile, and days pass without a slip from the featured ranks. And none of the
So, to the poem itself. I won't do a line by line, because any errors are reoccurring.
Writers, especially poets, mold the future of language. We must always find unique and better ways to say things, we must avoid the old, worn lines. This is why clichés hurt. And they aren't so easy to spot, sometimes it is a matter of saying things the same old way, when a new exciting way is available -- you just haven't thought of it yet. Part of me thinks you got lazy at times, but I think you just require an outside perspective to really weed out these little issues. So I will list the lines that could do with another look, some head scratching, some trial and error.
Looking for beauty in everything,
Even if that beauty
I would as soon see any thing else here. When I think 'beauty' I don't think much at all, it doesn't offer me any insight into what the subject is searching for. It's vague, in a way, and rather worn.
The world is so dangerous
There is a much better way of saying this. This is
won't mind
'wow, it rhymes, brilliant!!1!' But really, don't say it because it rhymes. It's not so bad, many of the rhymes you get away with, but here it just doesn't do. You can show us, I know you want to maintain this childish (and at times, condescending) tone, but please avoid infantile/simple lines. It costs you an authentic original voice.
people are good deep inside
I'm not sure if this is a matter of sticking to your rhyme scheme or? but why say 'deep inside?' Why? It's cliché, talking about surface and depth, to begin with but I really don't understand why you included those two little words? If you are writing for us, the reader, consider us as you write, what are we going to take from each line? Can you trim a little fat? Is it conveying any important information or image? No.
People kill each other all the time
You knew it was coming, like the bump after a opossum flashes in your headlights. All the time cliché, and contributes nothing, absolutely nothing. Again I believe this was forced in, to appease this structure/scheme you have going.
you make me so weak?
How so? Does she make you wide eyed at midnight? does she make your feeble and scared? does she make your chest heave against the uncertainty? I'm smarting for an image, it's like a love letter so far. But a love letter written by a paranoid father, as opposed to the great poet you are.
Like grey streets, humiliation, pain
It's enough to drive me insane
And this is the closest we get. First line, great. Second line, well I won't continue. (It's
beyond all repair
Another cliché.
life is unfair
And one last one for good measure.
So. There it is. You can win praise and attention, with silly rhymes and pecks on the cheek, or you can leave a resounding image, a cattle brand, deep in the readers psyche. Something hurting and bitter, something that they want to forget, before they doze off. I think the biggest issue with this, other than the glaring clichés, is they way you force rhymes. Rhymes aren't the end, they are the means. You really must remember why you write poetry, it isn't to rhyme car and are I hope.
PM me if you have any concerns, or if you want examples etc. I really hope I wasn't too harsh. But trust me you needed this.
JP
(I will click 'like,' it ain't easy.)
