Young Writers Society

I really like this. I though the ending was pretty good. From my reading of it, I got the idea that the person is like... sad, I guess. I don't want to say depressed, because that seems a little harsh. I'm not a poet in any form, so I doubt that this will be of much use. But... I dunno, nevermind, I have no idea what I was gonna say, but forget that. xD This is really good, keep writing. I'll keep reading. (Unless I forget how.)

hey!

this work is nice. i loved this creative work. from starting you developed a suspense which is good. i liked the poetic style. i love the you have set everything in your poem. the relation with non-living things in this poem is also nice.

overall good job.

Okay, let me be clear here: there are probably a billion poems out there about trains. (And subways.) This is not a bad thing, but it also means that you need to search for originality. What is it that sets this poem apart from the rest?

I love how it reads as a disconnected series of thoughts; it's an interesting premise. However, nothing really appealed to me about the way you describe heartache. I've felt heartache; probably anyone else reading this has felt it. Therefore you really need to try and capture it in a unique way. I think that

"Touch my aching ribcage

Flinching at the sharp pain"

comes close, really close. But the rest of it falls a little short. (And by heart ache I don't necessarily mean the romantic kind, it could be any kind, I realize that. Just the best word I found for it. )

Here's my recommendation: what if you made this a dialogue? By that I don't mean two characters speaking to each other, or even the character speaking between two parts of himself.

What if you contrasted his inner thoughts and emotions with the actions and descriptions of the subway? So in other words, make both his internal musings and the subway (as a character) much stronger. You could switch every stanza or something. Here's an example:

Touch my aching ribcage

Flinching at the sharp pain

Fire in my chest, a knife in my heart (liberties taken there, tried to cut the cliché)


The sky is gray

Like the cold metal

The concrete stretching before me

(Tried to meld bits and pieces of what you wrote together there.)

But the inner monologue could be made more compelling, I think, if you paired it with atmospheric exposition.

Anyway, keep calm and write on!
~ED

You really did end this strangely! XD