Because of you

by Angel17

Published October 17, 2005

Your eyes look old,
Your hands are cold.
You pretend to be bold
As your arms slowly fold.

Inside you are broken and in pain
It's not long before you go insane.
As you walk up and down this empty lane,
You have no-one but yourself to blame.

She is dead, dead because of you
You told her to take the pill because it was cool,
And now you have ended up looking a fool
With a young girl lying dead, because of you.

(I'm quite happy with my poem. I don't think it needs changing. Thank you for your comments but some will like it and some won't, and i don't fell i need to change it.)

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niteowl
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niteowl commented Comment · Oct 24, 2005

I agree with Incandescence as well. More emotion/imagery, less rhyming. Rhyme tends to take away from serious poems. Not always, but most of the time. Go more in depth and use a little more description.

Twinkling Starz wrote a review Review · Oct 23, 2005

I agree with Incandescence, I didn't feel any emotions or anything in the poem. I suggest you edit it and have more feeling, maybe make it longer. I don't like the fact that in two stanzas all the lines rhyme, that kind of messes up the poem.

Emm..good work, I guess.

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VoLcOlYrO
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VoLcOlYrO wrote a review Review · Oct 23, 2005

hey i think this was pretty good...the girl died becuase of peer pressure...the guy was pressuring her to take a pill...and when the girl took it she died...or atleast that's what i see, but ithink it was mostly the girls falt for taking the pill in the first place!!!

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Incandescence
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Incandescence wrote a review Review · Oct 17, 2005

So? ... What do you want me, the reader, to do? Hate him? Have pity for him? Because I don't -- your words were not descriptive enough, which, I think, is a direct result of feeling restrained into a 'rhyme' scheme (consequently, I suggest you drop it). This piece was neither emotionally nor intellectually engaging; it seemed to rely solely on the 'shock' at the end that somebody was the cause of death and they have (or should have) a lot of grief, blah blah blah. Shock tactics alone don't work in poetry.



here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can home or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
— e.e. cummings