Untitled.

by MilkNCookies

Published January 14, 2011

In poems

Swaying on the broken wind.
I feel like I'm never content.

What to say, what to make, and why?
What to do with my worthless life?

Never at rest, never complete.
I feel like I'll never succeed.

How are you? How is your life?
Simple words, heavy meaning.

You're fine, you and your words.
Not perfectly in tact, but solid and whole.

I'm dead. I'm as good as it.
I'm not okay. Stop asking.

Be brought up to fame
and feel your heart shatter,.

See if you'll be okay.

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KatTrain
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KatTrain wrote a review Review · Jan 14, 2011

Swaying on the broken wind,
I feel like I'm never content.

What to say, what to make, and why? 'what to make' sounds awkward
What to do with my worthless life?

Never at rest, never complete.
I feel like I'll never succeed.

How are you? How is your life?
Simple words, heavy meaning. like this line

You're fine, you and your words.
are Not perfectly intact, but solid and whole.

I'm dead. I'm as good as it.
I'm not okay. Stop asking.Do you mean to rhyme? These words don't flow.. you're starting to sound cliche

Be brought up to fame what?? This is new, why is it at the ending?
and feel your heart shatter,. cliche

See if you'll be okay. like

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Tommybear
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Tommybear commented Comment · Jan 14, 2011

Excellent piece! i feel as though the emotion is raw and alive! Keep writing!
I would love to see a part two to this! i feel as though it is not complete, if you will. Great imagery though. In a way it says so much by saying so little. I love it



"Cowards die many times before their deaths; but the valiant will never taste of death but once."
— Julius Caesar