As I walk this earth, Bare and broken, Blood soaked and driven, My soul in supernova, My mind, frenzied. My body bruised. My sword well used. Nostalgic, Breathing in fresh paint , From beaten bodies and torn souls . Sudden movement. A quivering soul. A careless action. My attention, To hold. A smile drapes, Bearing into my soul. The world disappears, My deathly hunger, Implores. Slow and pleasuring, Each clink of steel. Warms my heart, Sweetly, Mending my soul. First blood, A lonely bead. Inviting my wrath, It trickles, No warning sold. Teasingly, it lays in waiting. Pulling me closer, Lonesome. Begging almost, To bring more. An abyss, It draws my victims in. Craving, wanting, yearning, To feel bloodied flesh. Broken, Against my skin. Irrevocable, A fear, I sense , Another victim to claim. Pleasure streams, Anticipating. Envisioning, Blood, oh ! glorious blood. My eyes feeling, each soul I’ve claimed. A vulture, stalking its prey. Bloodthirsty, Yet again. Imperative, a mission, Deep wanting, to quench. Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest. Submissive, he glares eye to eye, His being, laid not to rest. Unsteady, yet giving. My hands he guides to my sword, Thrilling me more. A kiss, so chaste, My heart explodes. Like a child, I revel. Rapture, so pure. Beautifully, he whispers, “Be a sinner no more." "Take my soul. Gruesomely, I beg. Treasure the blood. That my body. So willingly sheds." "Your craving, To sate, I was born to the earth. Release your demon, Release it form its depths." "Stay hidden no more, Bare, naked, run free. Believe it not a disease, But a gift, As I see." "Unsheathe your sword, Glorious, shall it gleam. Purified, ready. Through my heart, Shall it go.” Ecstatic, Pleasure shudders through me. A kiss, I lay. "Goodbye, my dearest. Your debt has been paid." By Amanda Miller
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Bwah, I meant to say "you're."
I just read my review, and I hope I didn't sound too harsh on you. Though I disliked the poem, you have talent, dear writer. I don't think my review conveyed that. I hope you continue to write.
All criticism is good to me , be it positive or negative . I tend to write dark poetry , this is one of the milder ones. I won't apologise for making you feel disgusted and like throwing , i can't relate to that really , blood is something i've lived with and at one point you stop finding it repulsive and it becomes something you observe.
I absolutely value , everything you have said , esp. the part about it being incoherent in some stanzas. I'm learning . I'll work on it . Thank you .
I write and always will , I appreciate every bit of feedback i can get . Some will like what I write and others will detest it . I'm absolutely okay with that .
Thank you again.
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Well, although I disagreed with you, I must say your a good, persistent writer. Peace out, Pacifist! (How redundant, hehe!)
I have only read the first two stanzas so far and I had to stop and say that I love the way this seems to flow, and I also love that you used commas. People these days seem to have no clue what a comma is.
"My soul in supernova"
I wish I had thought of a line like that. I always try to think of a perfect word for the mish mash of feelings the occur within me and I think you just presented me with a great one.
The were some points where I wish it hadn't rhymed. It was a little off putting to hear a rhyme during some of these lines, I feel it would have felt even more powerful to my had it not rhymed at all, but hey that may just be me.
Also, I must say the end with the goodbye, it hit me a little, in a good way, I just can't properly phrase what I am thinking.
So I liked it, it may be too disturbing for some but the mind does what it wants and if it wants that to be heard it will be heard.
Dearest Gelie24 ,
Thank you for taking the time to read my poe. Also for your very kind words , thanks again.
I was wondering if you could tell me what parts that rhymed put you off , so i can better understand what you meant.
"Supernova" , When i wrote this piece , everything was a bit of a blur , that happens when I write. Sometimes , i'll think , set order and then put it to paper. Most times though , I tend to just write . It feels a little real to me that way .
I Have a question though . Is dark poetry received here ? I tend to write a lot of it . This is honestly , mild . Blood, death , murder .I have been writing pieces that tend to Romanticise Murder or death. A Killer's POV series . I'm ok with criticism , in all it's forms . I'm just wondering how well it's received here.
Thank you again for taking out the time to read me.
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Although this is a well-written poem, what is being said--regardless of how it was written—is detestable. In my opinion, the poem has three key traits: being disturbing and being confusing but having good rhythm. While the poem has some positive elements, it is brought down by its simply sickening story.
First, though this poem has a certain otherworldly beauty to it, it is mainly disgusting and gory. "Breathing in fresh paint ,"--like this line, most of the poem shows excessive mention of blood and of blood and pleasure coupled together. Furthermore, the Angel of Death described in this poem is a sadistic individual. If I could actually see all that was happening, I am sure my stomach would turn. "Ecstatic, Pleasure shudders through me. A kiss, I lay. 'Goodbye, my dearest. Your debt has been paid'"--that is frankly disgusting! I would have liked to believe the angel's kiss causes death, but you've already pictured the angel using a sword. This whole poem has much to deter me and only the hope that I am fond of gore to bring me back.
Additionally, this poem is unclear in showing events. These lines should show what I am talking about: "A vulture, stalking its prey. Bloodthirsty,Yet again. Imperative, a mission, Deep wanting, to quench. Valiance, a virtue, I dare not detest. Submissive, he glares eye to eye, His being, laid not to rest. Unsteady, yet giving. My hands he guides to my sword, Thrilling me more. A kiss, so chaste, My heart explodes"—how is anyone supposed to understand this? Many open ends exist just in these few lines. I don't understand this at all, but when I read poetry that describes action, I should be able to know what is happening. Being overly vague is not a mark of good writing but of poorly formed thoughts.
On a different note entirely, this poem shows good rhythm. As I read the whole thing, I enjoyed how each line swept softly into the next. I think the following is an excellent example of rhythm: “Sudden movement. A quivering soul. A careless action. My attention, To hold.” There are some other good examples of rhythm and even rhyme but not enough to make this poem redeemable.
In all that I've said, I do realize this is your first post. You have a great understanding of rhythm and rhyme, and thus I think you should keep writing poetry: you're good at it. And some of the images you used were really professional. Nonetheless, I really cannot withdraw how I feel about this poem. Every time I read it, or even portions of it, I feel almost like throwing up. And this would be the first time I would do that while reading poetry. If your goal was to confuse and disturb me utterly, I don't think any writer could have done much better. However, I honestly don't know what to say of the whole thing. You have elicited no real emotion from me other than disgust and confusion. I cannot find the meaning of this at all.
Linkzude16 Thanks a mill for taking out the time to read my poe. I really appreciate it .
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Good job. I really like how you dug deep with your words. I like how you made it long so you say a lot more than if it was short. Keep up the good work.
Haha ! Thats something I do a lot . The new ones I'm working on are all long . I like creating a story , to tell . So it's something you will see a lot .
Thank you so much for such kind words and your time.
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A marvelous poem indeed. I love the length and rythme scheme. Im not one to knowtice grammer so dont expect help on that. Your emphasis on the bloodlust was well written throughout the entire message but the seond character could use a more clear introduction. Its a little difficult to follow along the dilaloge but it could just be me.
I guess I never thought of an introduction to him . For me , it was a chance meeting. Something serendipitous . That's how I see death . It doesn't have to know you for it to welcome you .
I will look into it though . Always looking to improve.
Thanks a mill for your review and your time.
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