Published December 3, 2014
You said I never listened
But you never spoke
The words you were thinking were not recieved
Not in the slightest
Words can only help you if you speak them
Yet you were illiterate
You were illiterate and ignorant to the fact of my love
After a while
My love disappeared
I searched and searched for that missing love like it was my own child
Like it was the only thing that I had left
And it was
Or was it?
Somewhere along the way that missing love turned into anger
And that anger into hatred
And that hatred into loss
And that loss into alcohol
I smile at the world
But I hate every god damn part of it
Words can only help me if I speak them
Yet I am illiterate
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I salute thee, I loved this one! It was nice and deep, it really gives dignity to its name of etymology. I liked your wording and the tone was good. It was also very realistic and that's the main thing in poetry. You got to form a sort of empathy with your reader. Good job!

You nailed it! XD
my fave lines were "Words can only help you if you speak them/ Yet you were illiterate"
happy writing
-Sybil (WaltzingDreams)
Wow, this was an interesting read, I highly enjoyed reading this poem.
As I said, I am so bad at reviewing other peoples works, but I will try my hardest.
so here goes:
"You said I never listened
But you never spoke"
I think that you used the word "never" very well, to capture the feelings, of how very personal this is to you or someone close.
The fifth line really hits to spot of how this person is feeling, because it is so true.
The poem goes on the explain the conflict in the lives of the lost lovers, and is very moving.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Winterbites~~
Wow, it's so good. it's serious but good. i had a great pleasure reading it. thank you for writing such a good poem.
"You said I never listened
But you never spoke"
i liked these both lines. and- these-
"Somewhere along the way that missing love turned into anger
And that anger into hatred
And that hatred into loss
And that loss into alcohol"
i don't know if you've written this poem from any personal experiences and stuffs, but if you have, it's sad.
but, i must say, it's nice, more than just nice. don't you think, you need to put some punctuation marks in it? i was thinking about it. you just added a question mark, no, it's not bad, if you can understand what I'm saying.
anyway, nice one! have a nice day!
This is heavy. You've got a poem here that is trying to communicate a communication breakdown. That alone is quite fantastic. But beyond that you have done a marvelous job of conveying that feeling of resignation and resent that is a result of that breakdown, and you have done it in a very brief and powerful way. The use of illiterate as a means to express incapability ( Actually illiterate, emotionally illiterate, etc.) is really potent and quite heartbreaking towards the end. The movement of emotion, which happens so bluntly and quickly, is surprisingly beautiful, Especially 'loss into alcohol', which is just fantastic. Then we get the resolution where the narrator has come full circle, and their experience has made them what they were trying to escape. Eeeeek, that's terrifying, especially since it can happen to everyone. I like your straightforward language, as it helps get the spare, raw quality of your situation across. I think my biggest critique would be to allow the poem to become more personal, more immediately emotional. There is so much pain and loss and I think at times, you could benefit from showing how close that is to the narrator, and how they really do feel so much a part of this bitter cycle. Also, on a more nit-picky note, how would feel about some punctuation? The line division break up the low into sentences, but you could also read this as one long exhalation of words. Neither is really 'right', but I think it's something to keep in mind, if only for future poems. This was a really fantastic read. Thanks for posting!