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Mon Nov 14, 2011 8:03 pm
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a crescented hope;

taken to the sidelines, she hoped to hope.
toked and toked and smoked and curled
like the close of a hand, like cold fingers
folding in on themselves in winter air,
like the garden she planted in the spring,
drying and dying under frost.

she learned to word, learned to language,
only because her arms were too stiff to move;
she’d swept vowels to her breast and pushed them into her neck,
because her neck was porous as a star
and they burnt through.
her muscles cramped, and she clicked her tongue,
rolled her Rs like a blunt and folded her fingers like
smoke collapsing in on itself.

her hope slept, quiet as a thursday,
quiet as steam from tea.
she counted days and ages, watched herself
older and younger and thinner and fatter
and she watched her eyes disappear into her skull
when the nightmares ate up her days.

she didn’t know how to say them.
“dreams are like trees. if I say them, they sway,
and their roots tangle, and they fall down into the earth
like great oaken giants felled by rot.
I don’t want my dreams to rot, no matter how--
no matter how often I lay awake
or I wake up out of breath--
no matter how many times I wake up crying.”
she teethed at her tongue
and chewed on a lung,

and she breathed in hope like smoke,
coughed a bit, breathed a bit,
coughed,
and smiled as her lungs warmed.
Last edited by PenguinAttack on Tue Nov 15, 2011 9:13 am, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: Rated for theme.
  





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Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:50 am
wewinwelose says...



Okie dokie, so first off, your punctuation was not exactly perfect. The poem was very good, but I would have a better first impression if the first letter of every line were properly capitalized. Also, I don't like the repetition. It looks almost as though you're trying to use exact words in the place of rhymes, and it just doesn't fit very well.
On another note, try to write as though you're talking to someone, try to think of it as speaking in meter. The poem is good, but I don't feel like you're speaking to me, and since I feel as though I'm an outsider looking in, I don't seem to have the full picture. You are a great and skilled writer, but everything can be perfected :). Great job, and I know you can make this sketch a wonderful piece of art!
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Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:59 am
ZombieSquirrel says...



I was impressed by the imagery, especially after the half way point where it felt like you'd really picked up steam, I didn't get into the start as much, though I still enjoyed it, it didn't grab me and pull me in like it did later on. Really good Bro, That was still really good! \m/
  








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