Greetings, SpiritSails!
Seeing you haven't been a member of YWS for long, welcome to the site; and I hope you enjoy you're stay; and find our advice useful!
Interpret me.
I am a small man.
I do not cry.
I stay home,
and spend my nights staring at my reflection,
waiting for my face to change.
This has a very mysterious air about it, and at first I didn't like the way it started, but I read it over again and became fond of it. It's very interesting, and almost ironic cause it fits the stereotypes people put on men--that they don't cry. The last part I relate to. It seems everyone at some put wishes to be someone else... someone they're not.
I have no story to tell,
for there is nothing about me
that can be said for very long.
I've no qualms about expressing myself.
So relatable. Also I don't quite enjoy the way the last part is sectioned off by itself... it almost kills the flow of the poem abruptly, but it is up to you... I'd just try to find a way to change it cause I personally don't care for the stop.
I sing
to the
heartbeat
inside a piano.
to the
spirits that
whisper
in my ears.
And I hear music
spanning years
from emotions
only felt
in pleasant solitude.
The strangest thing I've ever seen.
The most beautiful thing I've ever heard.
This bit I loved! <3
I feel like there are things you could do to this to make it perfectly flow without a stop, but it really depends on what you want it to be since I feel like this is very personal to you. Good luck with you future writing!
~Ruby
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