You can not take my passion
My heart on fire, burning for what I do
I have given up on compassion
Living with too many
mistakes I can’t undo
You try to rip the love from me
My calloused hands slipping from the grip
You
scream, and all I can do is plea
My body, nothing more than a
fight of ownership
The bruises on me, placed just out of sight
An avoidance, no questions will be asked.
And as you
lash out, your palms hit like dynamite
A second is a minute, a minute an hour, until it has passed.
I have a fear of you, the object of devotion
I have a desire for you, eyes full of hate
All I am, all that is left, a heart of pure emotion
And as you begin to
yell again I yearn to deviate.
They all say I’ve been becoming a different person
That
since you’ve been around, the usual me has not
But I try to
say something, and all it does is worsen
You say I’ve got to develop a different train of thought.
I look in the mirror, nothing I recognize
A body filled with tones of
black and blue
I hear the voices, “some
victims don’t realize.”
Exit stage right, how I long to take that cue.
Saying I need to
learn my lesson, tell me,
Is it that one hand is strong, but two stronger?
Is it I’m to
blame each time you lose your dignity?
But these are questions I have no time to ponder.
You enter the room, filled with nothing but pure
rage.
I long for it to stay tranquil, no more surprise.
A
fist, on my body, splatters of yellow on my rib cage.
Missing the way I used to see you through my eyes.
I accept a hand to my cheek like a soft kiss,
But nothing has ever
hit me harder and hurt worse
This, this is a topic for the ages, but one we dismiss
You hand me a number, but to call means to converse
The cycle: You blame me, yell at me, hit me,
apologize.
The effect: I apologize,
cower, cry, say it’s okay.
The after: I wish my stomach still contained butterflies.
Why? Because maybe, I think some day it’ll go away.
Note: In the original poem, the italicized and bold words are in a different font and a smaller size, it's supposed to emphasize what the writer is not comfortable talking about. Please tear this piece apart. Name changes/suggestions are also highly appreciated.
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Hello! herbgirl here for a review!
To begin, this was very well laid out. You seem to have a good grasp on your topic, and are fairly good at conveying it to your audience. There were few places where i was confused. i felt the length of this poem was just perfect, also.
Now, you said to tear this poem up. i'll do my best! Sorry in advance if anything sounds rude, or doesn't make sense, let me know and i'll try to clear things up a bit.
Firstly, i like your idea of putting words the character is afraid to talk about in a different font. If you wanted to include that here, i think you could take a screenshot of the original work and upload it. i'm no expert on that, but it's an option. However, i didn't like how you had to explain the purpose of those emphasized words. An author's writing is meant to convey ideas on it's own, without the author being there to support and explain it. That's the real power of writing. i'm not quite sure what you could do, but try making the purpose of those emphasized words clearer, if possible.
Second,your rhyme scheme didn't seem quite natural to me. It worked in most stanzas, but in some the rhythm seemed off, and so the rhymes didn't quite line up. Your fifth stanza in particular seemed off. i suggest going back through and just reading this poem, maybe out loud, and seeing if the flow sounds natural to you. If not, adjust the number of syllables in the offending lines until it seems they do flow well.
My other major piece of advice for you would be to add more figurative language, and more emotion. You have some figurative, regarding the bruises, and i found that fairly effective. i also liked the line about exiting at the cue, it was unique. However, most of the emotions in this poem didn't quite seem as though they were being interpreted uniquely, and felt a little repetitive. i would love to see more added regarding emotions, especially with figurative language. Compare how the character's feeling to flowers fruit, rain, anything. There's a lot you can do with this sort of pain, and it seems to me that so far you've just touched the tip of the iceberg.
Finally, as your reading through this again, keep an eye out for grammatical errors. You had a few commas that seemed a little out of place, and some of your lines didn't make sense, most likely because you had to adjust them to keep the rhyme scheme. Just look through and see if there's anything obvious you can change.
Anyways, keep up the good work! You have a good base here, but i think there's a lot you could add.
Thanks for the read!
herbgirl
Thank you so much!
LadyShadows here to review today!
Hello I hope you've had a great day.
My initial thought is the fact that this was a very beautiful poem. It's flat out gorgeous. It shows a cruel society the fact that abuse is out there, and it's sad that people don't even think it exists. Ironically, those are the abusers. This poem shows strength. It's the voice for the people who don't have one. If words could be made of materials rather than the vibrations of our throats or the graphite from a pencil, this poem would be made of iron. It's terrific. Now going on...
This poem had some good flow to it. I thought it also wasn't too wordy as well. However the parts 'The cycle' 'The effect' and 'the after' was not necessary in my opinion, and that's because the poem is already showing these without even using these phrases. Basically speaking, the poem had something that you pointed out that it was in fact already pointing out. Pretty much this poem did get to the point enough as it was.
Now with any other comments that I have, I simply hope that you did not have to go through this kind of thing in your life. In my opinion, abuse is abuse. It's never fun. Godspeed and keep writing!
Thanks for the review, I really appreciate it!