This is a song
I wrote when I was bored
Nothing else to say
Just let me touch the door
Eating out suggestion
With very little care
Give me your wrist
So I don't have to despair
WhenI first started reading the work, I thought this was an author's note that you forgot to mark! XD Then I realised, it was just very good characterisation. And you've obviously moved on in your writing because you're not using punctuation anymore! XD
but the rhetorical questions ar eback in.And where to go when people yell?
And who will talk to me as well?
Killing time with killing jokes
Get to grips with the croaks
This sounds like something about a war, very much so, especially with the references to anger and the "homeplace."People don't know
Exactly what I want
They think I'm aggresive
Coz I live in a swamp
And in this swamp
Is the homeplace of greed
Trust me, I wouldn't
Know where to go from here
And where to go when people yell?
And who will talk to me as well?
Killing time with killing jokes
Get to grips with the croaks
I didn't understand all of the imagery here, but I feel like there is something dark behind your meaning. War and death intertwined with love, but I'm not sure what to make of it all. Just yet.
I made my bed
At the bottom of the lake
I made my bed
When my heart started to ache
And I fell asleep
And got turned inside out
I always sleep
In the hope I won't be found
The first line of the this stanza suggests some sort of control. And I feel this work is very controlled, with its regular stanzas and safe language. I think it needed to be more daring.
keep writing.
Points: 240
Reviews: 530
Donate