Heart

by BrokenWings

Published September 11, 2008

The definition of heart
Isn’t puffy or pink,
It’s a sick twisted organ surrounded by veins.
You grabbed it and choked it,
Abused it and broke it,
And now it lies shattered with bruises and stains.

Now the fragmented pieces,
Once filled with delight,
Are bursting with anger and words of detest.
If you’re walking my way,
You'd better back off
Because this time the knife will be aimed at your chest.

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BrokenWings commented Comment · Sep 12, 2008

thanks =]

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Lord Anzius
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Lord Anzius commented Comment · Sep 12, 2008

Hmm :?

The new ending doesn't rime as well as the last one. But then again it makes the poem even more dramatic.
In that sense it is a good thing.
Good thing that you put in the comas... Now it looks more like a poem.

Good work

One day you might become a great author of poems. :D


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BrokenWings commented Comment · Sep 12, 2008

Thanks for the critiques! :) i kind of changed the ending because I didnt like it very much before. Not that i like it any better now...
and no. im not really angry at anyone. I have this creative writing class where we have to somehow portray angry emotions or whatever into a poem...

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.:Elf:. wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2008

You sound angry, but the way you expressed it was very well done.
There wasn't really a rhythm, most poems have some sort of rhythm.
As said above periods and commas would be nice.
I love the lines

The definition of heart
Isn’t puffy or pink
It’s a sick twisted organ surrounded by veins

It just seems a very good way to start the poem.

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Lord Anzius wrote a review Review · Sep 11, 2008

Harsh.... Realistic though.

Are you angry at someone????

try and remember the comas and periods.

didn't rime all the time but was good anywayz.

good work :D

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To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius.
— Aristotle, Poetics