Hi! Here for a little review,
This poem is beautiful. I have never read anything like it. The way you have changed the style of the stanza and the style of thoughts is like a pleasant swirl of colours. I especially like how you start by being unsure about the questions and then determining to find answers and in the end you are perhaps sure about things though maybe not the answers of the same questions, that is how i have interpreted it. The fact that you have portrayed two scenes one of thoughts and the other one of wandering through your mind as if it were truly a street, i am absolutely mesmerized by that. The imagery, the flow and all the other working of your poem are really smooth and satisfying.
Before someone else does
Before someone steals the words from my throat from my tongue from the tip of my mind and
the tips of my toes these words are mine but I don't know what they mean or why they are,
I just know that they are mine and I
Have to find them before someone else says what I want to say, or worse yet
Says who I am before
I know better
This stanza speaks to my soul. It is this anxiety that always lives at the back of my mind when i choose to write something. I can't help but be frustrated at not being able to present my thoughts and see others doing the task painlessly. This stanza is very expressive and piercing, great job
And after all that I’ll be stuck with someone else’s sentences.
Someone else’s sentence for my life, my meaning, and my words.
And I can’t stomach the thought of that without feeling a little bit ill,
So I write like a madwoman in a trance all through the night, hoping against hope that somewhere
in this hazy delusion of noises and syllables that somewhere an idea will emerge-
And it will tell me who I am,
Who I’m supposed to be and why I couldn’t figure it out sooner.
This hopelessness followed by self encouragement is such a delightful blend. The imagery is superb too, sorry but i really love it so i can't help but be all praise
Personally i have always been hesitant to write my thoughts and it takes, i think, a lot of courage for anyone to ever expose the inner workings of their mind and heart. A lot of time it is pure fear that motivates me to do a task, a fear of failure, of disappointment, of being nothing, this poem has worded it out for me almost making me overwhelmed to see my deep thoughts written by someone else's hand.
I would be really grateful if you could explain the last four lines to me a bit more, I am a little confused at that part.
I was surprised to find this poem in the green room after I read it, its so pleasant and I hope more people see it. Keep writing such awesome poems.
Byeee!!
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