My Deteriorating Reality

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It's a little away from my usual form of writing but I decided to give it a go. Please comment and hope you like it. :)

I’m slowly losing control,
as my thoughts creep in and taint my mind.
It is said that a single thought
can destroy the world.
Mine is deteriorating.

The smallest idea that one swift action could end it all;
all the stress, and the pain,
and the heartbreak just....gone.
And as the virus spreads,
making every aspect of suicide seem elegant and delicious,
there’s a sliver of doubt.

Doubt that this end
may be the beginning of a whole new riot of despair.
" Can you truly love when you have never been loved to know what it feels like?"

" Art is not pencil, nor paper, nor color from crayon. It is simply the view we hold in our hands."




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Hi there.

This is very good. I like it for a few reasons.

Firstly, Your opening line is fantastic


"I’m slowly losing control,"

It draws me in write away.

Secondly,
I really like that your using other forms of poetry, I think it is always important as a writer to always keep moving.

And some of the lines are just fantastic. I think my favourite is


"Making every aspect of suicide seem elegant and delicious,"

Which is kind of creepy and beautiful all at once.

In conclusion, this is really lovely.
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see.

Alice in Wonderland




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Hi there! Sporks here for a review.

I guess I could go into the technical aspects of poetry, but I'll let another reviewer get those since my talents are not in meter or rhythm or anything like that. I'll review your thematic choices.

I have to be completely honest with you. There are more suicide poems than people on this planet. It's become a cliche in and of itself. While your language tries very, very hard to be striking and original, it falls short because this theme is written about so often and with such indelicacy. I'll go back to my people imagery. Just as no one person is the same as another, each poem, though technically the same in its subject matter, can be different (and should be!). In order to make this stand out and be great, you should try to look at this from a different angle. The whole "slow descent into madness/I like death" thing has been done.

When you do that, your imagery/use of language demonstrates that you would have a very good poem on your hands. :)

Good luck, and I hope I helped!
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Grasped by the throat, grasped by the throat. That's how I feel about love. That it's not worth it.

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